Afternoon by the Sea

Sweat trickling down the back,

River snakes flow, distract,

In the fragile sand, like a quivering pulse

Reminded of the salt that calls them.

The foamy bubbles approach in anticipation, 

Then retreat, teasing, leaving,

Each time wanting more,

This unquenchable thirst,

Each time, wanting to wade further,

Deeper, than the fear of drowning,

In the eyes of the unknown.

What if we all drown?

Breaking the spell, nodding your head,

And accepting, this raw, smoky smell,

Calling like an old dream.

You try to remember what you dreamt,

You don't. But you know how it felt.

Even though you never waded that deep.

You know how it felt. The sound of desire,

Booming far away like a gun.

And the river snakes on your back,

Find their way back to the endless sea.