Our chairs under the umbrella
of suntan lotion
with your fingers
on my back
Bottles of water
in our cup holders,
as you open a book
I wipe sand off
Later the smell of lavender in our room
as you step out of the shower,
in a towel.
soft music playing
in the background.
As you call me “handsome”, with your hands on my beard
we gaze into each other’s eyes, reflecting the waves
I realize, we should have food delivered
Note: These are wonderful memories. We are not at the beach right now.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
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