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As I stand here

Looking up

At the sky.

I see

Heavy, gray, fluffy,

Rain clouds.

I close my eyes

And feel

The ocean water,

Thrown around by the wind,

Sting at my face

Drop by drop.

Each drop hits my face,

And with every drop

The salty scent

Becomes stronger and stronger.

The breeze

Picks up a bit

Like a boat

Kicking up a knot,

And carries the aroma

Of fresh rain

Before it falls.

The rain.

With a sweet, fresh scent,

Also brings a bit

Of a salty scent.

As a drop

Hits my eyelid,

My eyes flutter

Like a butterfly.



I open

My eyes wide

And look forward

Towards the ocean.

The first thing

I see

Is the love

Of my life.

As I look

Into his eyes

I get lost.

His eyes

As deep blue

As the skies

Above the gray clouds.

As blue

As the deep-sea behind him

Crashing against the shore.

As blue

As the clear sea.

He reaches out

And touches my face.

His hand

Feels as kind

As a butterfly landing

On a delicate rose.

I lift

My hand

From my side

And place it

Upon his face.

His face

As soft

As a babies

After a bath.

All of a sudden

His lips

Graze against mine

Making

My heart flutter,

Like a distressed fish in the sea,

I get a quick, sweet taste

Of his moist lips.



He grabs me and holds me close,

So close

We look as though joined at the hips.

As we look

To the left

We see

The waves

Hammering

On the rock wall.

We keep watching

As this thunderous wave

Crashes on

The beginning

Of the wall

And continues down

The wall

In an almost

Domino effect

Down the wall,

But before that wave

Stopped

Another one

Began

And ended

A couple seconds later.

The waves

Keep coming

Spraying us,

Its salt droplets

Stinging our face

Like tiny sand fleas.



I look forward

Towards the ocean.

I see

Homely looking seagulls

Squawking up a storm,

Flying diving acting

As dumb as fish.

I look down

At the sand.

I see

Tiny sandpipers

Scurrying across

The sand,

Like it is hopping across hot coals.

Hard to see

They are

As tiny as mice.

I see

Shells and rocks

Sharp and pointy.

The sand

Moist

Like his lips

And as cold

As ice.

As cold

As walking outside

In the snow – barefoot.



I look

To my right,

I see

Elderly couples

Walking their dogs

And watching their grandchildren.

I hear

laughter,

I hear

seagulls,

We feel

Fire frolicking inside us.



He and I

Close our eyes,

Embrace each other closer

And feel

The fire inside

Our hearts.

Our love,

So warm

We feel the flames,

And we stand there

And embrace the warmth

As if it was a fire in front of us.

Our hearts

So close

I feel that

If he was at the other side

Of the ocean in front of us

We would still be close

And warm.

Our eyes open,

The fire is still

Dancing around

Inside of us.

We look at each other

And pull

Each other closer.

He pulls my face

Close to his,

As I bring my face

Close to his,

I smell

His Old Spice

And the salt in the waves.

Our face becomes millimeters apart,

As our lips touch,

My heart flutters

Like a butterfly in spring,

And a couple seconds later

We part our lips

Smile

And hold each other close.

We finally look up

And gaze

At the rest of the scenery.

We see

Hotels, cars, roads, and sand dunes

Covered with snake grass.



It is now time to go,

And I take

One last look

At the waves

Still pounding

Upon the wall

As if trying to

Pulverize the wall

To oblivion.

He and I

Slowly walk off

The beach

Towards the truck,

Leaving the sand,

The salty scent,

The wind,

The salt water stinging our face,

The elderly people

With their dogs

And grandchildren,

The seagulls

And sandpipers,

The waves

Pounding amongst

The rock wall

And most of all,

The love we shared

Here amongst the rocks

And sand

At the jetty…