Beach towel

 

I’m thin, prim, and feminine 

and made up of velour. 

Charcoal grey,

and sea foam green,

 to match the ocean floor. 

 

I lie below a radiant sky.

 

The sand, a warm hand, offers me.

 

seagulls that circle above,

 join the soundtrack of the sea.

 

I can hear them calling down

 In squawks and chirps and wails. 

 

But my thoughts are on my corner,

all scattered with sea shells.

 

A conch of cream with streaks of brown, clam-rose, coral, white.

 

And there, an auger whorled around

 

all gleaming in sunlight.

 

The sun blows down a torrid breath.

 

The air so hot it singes.

 

Oh, what I’d give for just one sip, of ocean on my fringes.

 

The tide begins to rise, 

The waves come crashing in.

The water skims my border,

I’m blushing with chagrin.

 

 Once you’ve tasted salt and sand 

you’ll nary be the same.

In closet, through the winter drear.

 I dream of aqua rain.

Unsplash Toa Heftiba