underneath the heating sun
we run across the sand
our feet drown into the hills of orange
sand flies from the bottom of our soles
and grain sticks between our naked toes
before we sink ourselves into the water
we rise up from the depths of depth
seaweed hair clump together
arms and legs tie and tangle
wrestling to dunk each other into the water
muffled voices from clogged ears
blue lips and red tongues
salt lingers in the back of our throat
until the heavy sun drowns in colors of green and purple
the teal blanket now drapes over the brown floor
sand, like soft blankets, sleep under our feet
we breathe in the cool, salted breeze
that tickle the tip of our nose
the loud hush of waves, crashing against each other,
fill the silence
they wash away all on the shore
away from where we stand
knowing this memory, too, will wash away
I anchor it before it drifts off
