Sea, sand, aqua,
blonde woman walking
brown skin, blue bikini,
beyond the reef surf
spins highball white.
Time, like sea
moulds cell to invisibility:
we are flaked and honed
to rounded lines, breathable.
Sea, sand, aqua,
blonde woman walking
into the sea, salted skin.
Should I sit forever in this moment,
remembering, to remember?
We are impossible lovers,
Hold impossibility?
It falls from my fingers
like sea, sand, aqua,
the blonde woman always
walking towards the reef.
Brown skinned.
Another beauty I can taste the salt.
Regards j.
*Thumbs Up* dear Victoria. This is superb.