dance on a beach

water chills the toes,
sand rubs the soles of feet,
wind ruffles hair—
they walk out to the edge,
between wet and dry sand
to embrace the rising tide.

he taps her shoulder;
she turns around.
his fingers sweep away
a strand of hair from her face.
smile. he reaches for her waist
and right hand…

the next five minutes are lost—
absorbed by waves as they sway
with an imaginary song that’s
trapped in the breeze and
only accompanied by a constant
rhythmic sea and faint sound of
heart beats.

and I’ll always remember her for helping me check that off my list