white sand beneath my toes
and color me in fine french lace.
i want to fall in the lines
of marblized ocean waves
that crash against a hungry shore
and lap against my unsure feet.
honey drizzles over soft shale skin
the syrup of a sun undone
and through careful beams of light
the dappling of soft freckles comes;
my toes can curl into the sand
white and soft and squeaky-clean
and fingers can dig into my flesh
drizzled in fine french lace
but dual heartbeats drown out all
against the tug of a heavy tide.