Strolling the Beach

                     Strolling the Beach

  I look for you each day, while you stroll the beach

  your blue suit stands out against the hot sand.

  Daintily you tip-toe along the waters' frothy edge

  legs,water splashed, glimmer with their bronzeness,

  I delight in watching you run your hands down your legs.

  I see no ring, a quiet sigh of relief escapes my lips.

  In my mind I feel your brown hair blowing on my shoulder

  Imagining still, we are kissing together in the water.

  Each day I look for the courage to join you in your strolling.