the stones shaped by years of water’s caress; stories trapped like wet sand sticking to our skin. You kiss my sleepy eyes reading stories with your fingers on me and sandy beach, washed by waves following traces of our tryst that evening. Two indistinguishable objects – us and stones lost in their dreams of being one; with the sea, the sand, the sun, the birds our first memory together, our shared secret screamed to nature, who erased all signs of our footsteps and wherever that followed.
Written for Toads prompt for iterpretation of alcoholic Inks.
I dream of walking on a beach,
hand in hands with you,
picking shells at random,
watching their design blend
in the sand that sinks
beneath our feet,
aware of your sweet scent,
and your breath on my skin,
I walk into the water,
yet i feel the flames
in each glance you throw;
we devise new ways
to play same tricks together
giggles for kisses,
smiles for hugs,
brushing fingers
as we part …
each tomorrow richer,
each yesterday a lesson;
you lead me into love
and into passion you draw me;
flexibly bending my doubts
and turning into a wealth
i feelΒ I own,being with you.
—
Prompted @ OSI , sunday scribblings , Sunday whirl
These days I often dream
dream of the deserted beach, beach in colors red and blue
blue not of the cloudy sky sky that reach to touch the sea
sea of colors green and gold golden like the sunset we await
await night to break the spell
spell of this love filled beach beach that i dream of often now.
