The slow go
Of your soft touch
Onto moist skin
In the summer grind

That’s what drives me wild

It devours me whole
Crunches my bones
Into dust-dreams
Sweeping along the coast

I peel inhibitions off my mind

We slide together
Two souls melting
Under scorching heat
Raining from sea-clouds

Salt-sweat beads from my breast

A low wave
Paints our silhouette
One figure of passion
In the way of nature

Our ocean crashes like symbols

The slow go
Of your soft touch
On my sandy skin
In the summer

Grind.