Touch of feet,
On soft sands besheckled petticoat.
Visions sight,
Seas reckless, surging surface afloat.
Faces touch,
Feels wrath of mingling salt tinged air.
Mouth moist lick,
Tastes shores wild waste of lonely stare.
Nostrils flame,
Takes breath of brine from white tipped wave.
Soul delights,
In every sea shores memory saved.
