Grey tempestuous sea
blended grey with the stormy sky.
churning coldly at anchored ankles
sand flecks dimple warmly
shift shaping me into dusty dunes,
ancient golden drifts
like sand castle art
drawn in childs fancy
And with a playful caress of wave
I imagine your lips
trembling and salty on my tongue,
our forms blended as camouflage
slowly disappearing
into the wind blown dunes