A Prose Poem
Not acting our age, you take off running, “You can’t catch me!” “Yes I can!” You give up, and I yell, “Gothcha!” “Don’t you DARE tickle me again!” Laughing, then holding you, we both look at the waves, “Listen a love song…” “I hear it….”
“Look our shadows.” “Where’s the camera, here……hold still……” “My cowboy!” “Sshhhh, someone might hear you!” “Hold still…got it.” “I love how you look on the beach.” Our foreheads meet, eyes locked in on each other. Lips greeting one another, as if they were lost, and now they were found. They get entangled in a beautiful mess. The muffled sounds of, “I will always love you.” And “You taste like peanut butter.” Laughing again, and whispering next to the waves.
I love when we don’t act our age.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”