Sand

I taste salt on your skin. It’s too loud. I can’t hear you over the wailing of the ocean. The waves move like us. In and out of each other, rolling over the shore, gently caressing the damp sand and licking the shoreline. ..as though its synchronizing with our movements. In and out. Push and pull. An endless tug of war. I curl my toes and dig deep into the shifty grain. The moonlight plays on the sandy shores, the color of bronze.  I listen to my blood, surging inside my ears. I still can’t hear you. Echoes of the waves crash into each other in their eternal battle. Does the chaos never end? Do you worry it will last forever? I still can't hear you. I noticed the dark circles under your eyes, signs of late nights. I wanted to kiss them better.  Breath louder. Because I can’t hear you. Make love to me on the sand.