You Showed Me Yours

I don't know where it is, but there is a cove somewhere, hidden from view by the lush tropical vegetation and cooled by the breeze off the ocean. The sounds of the birds and the surf offer an interesting symphony in audio as the sun and clouds provide the visuals- white and blue and light.

On the white sands, on a blanket laid out ten feet from the lapping waves, the sun reflects off your hair and slowly beats against your skin, causing small beads of sweat to form and roll off. You smile at the sky, your eyes closed, not caring if the sky smiles back, because you know I will.

I envy that sun and those beads of sweat, touching your skin, holding onto you.

You stand, glorious in the sun, and walk toward the surf. It laps at your feet, wanting to touch, to caress, to cover, to taste. You walk in, the slope in tot he water steep enough to allow the crests of the waves to reach your hips only fifteen feet out, but then it levels. You lean backwards, getting your hair wet, then toss your hair left and right as you stand erect.  You turn to look at me, still on the beach, and wave. You laugh. It is the happiest laugh I've ever heard from you, and it makes me shiver, even in the sun, to know that it is your elation being with me that allows you laugh like that.

You dive into the water, holding your breath, sliding through the tide like a creature born to it, with a grace I can only write about in my dreams. You surface, maybe twenty feet away, breathing in the air.

I will join you there, in the water, holding you, kissing you, joining with you as the waves wash over us, our embrace and kiss continuing under the water, each of us providing air for the other in a kiss that lasts forever, like all of them do.