Bliss

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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