You could say I'm in love,
with the view and the salt in the air.
The sun burns my spine
and there's sand in my hair.
I hear the sound of waves
slowly kissing the shoreline,
back and forth.
An in this moment,
the thought of tomorrow
doesn't bother me as much.
For all it's worth.
But then again,
your heartbeat is missing,
not synchronized with mine.
And your hurried pulse
won't rest under my thumb tonight.
I guess I miss your warmth,
to trace every line of your arms
with my bare fingers.
And for this,
again tomorrow is on my mind
making a great deal.
Please, let me spend it with your smile,
infinitely,
and here.