Sand beneath cracked heels,
warm and comforting.
Gentle sound of
waves roaring
crashing against the pier.
Somewhere in the distance
a seagull ducks and dives
graceful as Princess Odette,
in the midnight hour.
Poker hot sun
flying among reflected blue
reddening untouched skin,
causing tingles, like fresh kisses.
Swell of exhilaration,
sigh of contentment.
Don’t close your eyes,
open wide and drink it in,
rapture before your eyes.