Sea Foam and Seagulls

 

There’s a sand glaze

On the white bare feet

Walking down Stinson Beach.

Your hand is warm in mine

As a cold salt water

Inches up to us.

Sea foam and seagulls

Litter the beach.

 

We’ll sit on wind chilled sand

And watch the sun dive

Like a seagull into the Pacific.

 

My arms will warm you

Until night takes over.

And I won’t speak.

I will mist you with kisses.