Along the sea margin
in the lapping of tides
I had visions of legs wrapped around necks,
thighs pressed taut against shoulders.
I heard the soft fall and lift of wet sand
as it sucked and released your bare feet.
You walked ahead, leaving imprints
amongst white pebbles and shells
We all know the profound aspects
of waves as they come and go
and I don’t need to use a poetic device
about footprints that wash away.
In that moment I knew I loved you
in a way I wouldn’t again