Blue sky, high tide. Waves that speak in solace. Sandy toes, building hands. Castle of figurines open the door to sun. Dances in your head interpret the colorful umbrellas swaying in winds of robust clouds.

Warm massages from mist of breathing, gather airy swirls into lather of strokes that rock away surrendered limbs that yearn for later.

When you turn to smile and catch me asleep, I dream you wanting me.