Awakened Sea Senses

I sift the coarse red sand,

trickling it through my hands,

allowing it to pool in a mound

of memories.

I smell fresh salt air,

the kissed taste of damp seaweed,

a wafting tang of suntan lotion

on bodies of lovers

prone in their embrace.

I see prism lights

reflecting on sea foam.

rainbow mirrored waters,

sea crabs scurrying

to their safe harbor,

tunneling into sand

safe from the birds.

I taste the white salt

dusting my arms,

savoring it

on my pink tongue,

closing my eyes

in ecstasy.

I stroke the sunlight

dancing its heat

on my legs,

roasting me

to the color

of rich walnuts.

I touch the sand

with my fingers,

an abrasive feeling

like sandpaper

awakening

my senses.

I hear voices

of excited children

scampering in joy,

splashing in the surf.

I sense soaring rhapsody

of seabirds swooping down

to spear little fish

on their swords

as they trumpet calls

in triumphant mood

through their vistas.

Aquamarine sky

dons angry grey boots

of thunder and lightning

as I run to seek haven

leaving my reflections

in a bundle on the shore

for the time

when I will return

dancing in bliss

on my sultry seashore

once more.