Mallorca

My toes knead into tired sand
Lazy from the sun's hard beating.
My fingers float half in, half out
Of sea's cool water blue
And patiently await the tide to rush in.
Rolling under the cliffs I can see lips
That miss the kiss
Of the sea.
Here on the edge of paradise
I'm in want of a saltwater breeze
But all I'm greeted with is the
Limitless tasteless wind.