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
