setting sands

The crunch of the sand
Under their overwhelmed
Toes.
The warmth of his hand
Clasping hers
Singing don’t let go
Don’t evaporate
Stay.

Your eyes
Accentuated by the perilous blue
Of the ocean exterior.
I want to go to the seaside
She whispers
She murmurs
As a familiar crinkled expression
Fabricates his persona.

The red of her lips
Dappled by afternoon glow
Ignites the horizon.

As the day
Transgresses into the bold night
They do not move
But breathe, sit, wait,
There is no need
To indulge your senses
When the full
Entirety of this
Joyously thrilling
And bitterly confusing globe
Is lying deep in your
Disbelieving arms.

Years ahead he lies there still
Harder breathing, harder hearing,
Harder to feel the crunch beneath your toes
Hard to remember.

The glow on her lips
The blue of her eyes
The feel of her deep
Consolidating breaths
Synchronising his.

He enters the blue
Only to birth his emotions
In an outflow
Unnoticed in the torrent.
He remembers her
Smile,
And in undertones he stammers,
I’ll always hold you.