Waves and waves and sand and waves.
The everlasting pulse and the grit and the crunch as the water crashes to your feet.
As your feet carry you over the sun tan brown grains.
I follow.
Blazes and matchsticks and sitting on the cliff with you.
I smoke cigarette after cigarette until I find the one that isn't.
Disapproval shapes your brow and the wind ruffles the black curls.
Close.
The great.
Pale and dark eyed in the firelight.
Limber and lanky and strong willed and strong minded.
Conscience are you.
God's eyes over me.
His hands on me.
His hold on me.
You are part of me.
I'm gonna love you with my life blares the tiny speaker on the thin wire wrapped around your white throat.
You lean to me.
And make away cause the smoke and the judgement.
And I pull you back and force you to accept all I am.
What I am.
And who I will become.
And strong is my persuasion.
Strong as the taste.
When we close.
And You taste the sadness.
And You taste the sorrow.
And I taste the sea.
And I taste the salt on your skin.
