The waves keep crashing in.
But it's good, it's warm.
It's like the Pacific on a warm night.
Stars in sight.
Tides high.
Us strolling at 2 am.
The ocean breeze
Opposite of our direction.
Our fingers slightly locked,
We stand in front
Of eachother.
Our eyes gazing at one another.
I felt the waves covering my feet.
I felt a kind of heat,
A sweet sense of clean brevity.
You took me by the waist,
And you kissed me.
June 29, 2010
