Golden sand matter to my toes.
waves rush in
to rush out.
I dive in,
the clear sparkling
Depths surround.
I see the isle,
So close off the shore.
She’s stuck there,
sitting on the sand smiling.
Front crawling there,
I swim.
I feel the sinking,
pulling.
The blue swells up
rises up,
and thrashes
I wash-up.
She cheers. Piggy-back ride,
To the far off sands, pinching my
neck.
Back to the whipping drink.
we flop on the coastal sands
Lost memory throws
a purple fuzzy towel over
me
on my shoulders
she strolls on the grainy gold
the imprints disappear
Forehead on knees,
I fade.