Coarse sand on both sides, a vast canvas of nothingness,
a sea of gold; swallowing us up in its own world.
An indentation of you, twigs and shells
Low-rising sun in the horizon; last rays splattering
smidgens of light down on you
I take you in – sitting down with a bottle of wine,
next to an empty cottage, shoes off, toes covered.
You’re looking ahead – at the ebb and flow of water,
at a seagull perching down in front of us,
You’re observant and you love the world, look at it
see its beauty.
I’m not that selfless. Here on this beach, surrounded by ourselves,
all I pay attention to is the rise of your mouth, curving
into a smile, at your hands, at your striped t-shirt and your jeans
I take you in – the wind’s blowing your hair around,
sun’s almost down but you’re still bright
I carve your name into the beach, and admire
my handiwork. You take my hand and we have one last
walk around, footprints in the sand, wobbling slightly
but you keep me balanced