Essence.
Flow beyond a pass.
Pull back,
hold. Lock
eyes, spark
flicker
flame.
Passion?

Smile, laugh,
fall back between the crests
Where was that point,
call it Beginning?
Crashing in,
soaked
sand hides.
Smile, radiant.
Pulling back again
mixing with the next to come.
Just the wet sand, the short smile, the long wait