Oh and surely it comes
waves upon waves
back and forth.
Wind in hair, sea salt on lips,
sky dark and shore on fire,
sun just about to set.
Breath poised-
every atom in its place.

White frothed waves swallow sand- crescendo all-powerful.

[ Until ] we all stand still
catching our breath,
drinking up the sea.
Resting outstretched,
we dissolve into the night,
swirls of wind, plucking us up.
Different measures of pleasure –
this is bliss…….


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