We walk along the beach,
Hands teasingly out of reach.
Speaking to our feet, our heads remain bowed,
But she looked up to smile, and my heart raced, burned and glowed.
Bright, beautiful, wondrously subtle,
Words fail me- she sent my thoughts a-scuttle.
She said a million things, while never uttering a word,
And it was the sweetest melody that I had ever heard.
Aching legs tell us, we need to take a seat,
Upon silky sands, with the sea just out of reach.
As the breeze carried her scent- my heart skips a beat,
Few would know what it means- to be an island upon a beach.
Flustered, dazed, I try and make a valiant joke,
And spectacularly fail, as I only manage to sputter and choke.
Straight face, brave countenance, I finally catch her gaze,
If seconds became minutes, we lasted days.
Her soft brown eyes, own me at once,
As wispy, slender fingers, twirl around my own long bony ones.
The warmth of her touch puts me at ease,
And in that tiny moment, she brought in perfect peace.
Linking arms, she inches in closer,
‘Til shoulders touched, and pulse rates lowered.
I press my lips, to her soft fuzzy hair,
And together we watch a giant orange orb, sink slowly through the air.
_V. 15/01/2014
Righting Writing 