She glides toward me, between the aisles. Her lips part into a smile, and her warmth reflects across my face. What story is this that I am trying to tell? A story of love that has not happened yet, but races forward in my mind ? a runaway train that propels my thoughts and actions.
Sitting next to me, we exchange pleasantries. In my mind there is no space between us. Intertwined like ocean waves sliding back and forth across the sandy beach her presence envelopes me like a rising wave collapsing onto itself ? turning over and over ? churning the sand, smoothing over childhood sandcastles(evidence of previous painful undertakings) ? numbing them until they are recognizable only as true lessons in harmony.
And then class is over, and I am suffocating beneath the sand. Trapped, as the ocean declines ? fades away with the setting of the moon.
And I wait in the sand ? the lingering presence of her moisture gives me chills. My thoughts climb towards the stars over head, and I look down upon my body ? so close to the ocean.
Sitting next to me, we exchange pleasantries. In my mind there is no space between us. Intertwined like ocean waves sliding back and forth across the sandy beach her presence envelopes me like a rising wave collapsing onto itself ? turning over and over ? churning the sand, smoothing over childhood sandcastles(evidence of previous painful undertakings) ? numbing them until they are recognizable only as true lessons in harmony.
And then class is over, and I am suffocating beneath the sand. Trapped, as the ocean declines ? fades away with the setting of the moon.
And I wait in the sand ? the lingering presence of her moisture gives me chills. My thoughts climb towards the stars over head, and I look down upon my body ? so close to the ocean.
