Poem for the rainy weekend

Each grain having its own shade of beige
Some dark and mystic
Some clear like an extravagant champagne glass

I arch my enfeeble neck
And it seems that this unison terrain
Goes on eternally like a song on repeat

I glide my fingers along side
They sweep up the broken down rocks in an artistic pattern

I dig my toes into the malleable land
My stomach presses against the cool moist terrycloth 
That smells of all the salts of the world

A gentle breeze wafts my bare back
Giving it a break from the unforgiving smoldering sun
That burns every inch of my exposed body

And brands me

Leaving a glowing white tattoo
Of what was once covered by thin florescent material

The water comes down like a kiss that was missed
So firm
So rapid
Nothing can escape its intensity
And the panting
Is the soundtrack to my soul