You thought I\'d been drinking,
but I don\'t recall alcohol,
just sky, sand, fucking you,
drunk on sun.
Drifting through the heat haze,
white-hot, your breath.
My seared skin soothed by your soft touch.
You; warm, laughing laughing.
Sandy smooth, salted wounds
healing.
Gentle fingers trace down one side
& my heart washing away with the tide.
A kind of rush;
the sound of the waves &
the sweet music you make
bounded in my seashell.
If I raise it up to my ear
I can hear
you.