And as he walked away,
The sun painted him a silhouette against the burning sky,
Unyielding in its desire to embrace every detail.
Pouring itself over every dip and every curve
as to confirm that nothing was left untouched.

Its body melted around him
In manners that mirrored the water.
Drifting mindlessly with the weight of his strides,
Staining his skin with its zealous touch,
And capturing him in an aureole of blazing liquid amber.

Its brilliant masterpiece grew more and more vibrant.
Stretching throughout the sky like flames of a fire,
Touching the edges of the earth and the beginnings of the sea.
Shimmering into an overpowering presence,
One that left him oblivious to anything else.

Like how the wind longed to asked for a dance
Hopelessly trying to bring him to life,
And tirelessly wrapping itself around him;
Eager to feel the radiating warmth of every effortless motion
But failing to be noticed.

Failing in ways nearly identical to the sand
How desperately it tried to get his attention.
But he remained untroubled by how it brushed around his feet,
And struggled to latch on,
Creating a halo of particles that would lift and fall as gently as the tide.

Even so, the water possessed an ineffable pull
One so undeniably real that it enthralled his mind
And as soon as the water was close enough to reach out its hands
He was there;
With no hesitation and no second thoughts.

He gave all of himself into its lure.
Completely letting go of control
Subconsciously giving it permission
Granting it the ability to dictate every reaction, every notion,
And every breath.


In return he moved in time with the water.
Generous in what he allowed his fingers to grasp
But his fervent heart and overwhelming wild eyes,
Were relentless in their desires.
And left the rhythmic push and pull submissive to his wills.

And so,
He walked away.
Enveloped by his addiction
Consumed by his passion
And lost in his lover.