BEAUTY IS YOU.
Little feet running about kicking
sand in the air, I feel grits in my eyes
facing the breeze from the seas
but my eyes do not wince
for greater specks lie in not seeing you.
The waves clap against one another
shouts, music and all nature's sounds
reach my ears, but I pay no attention
What good is listening to all else but you?
Your voice is all I wish to hear
but distance denies me that pleasure.
All over my bared skin I feel brushes
as nature attempts to tease me
My body and soul cry for one touch
to listen to your heartbeat,
and to be wrapped in your arms.
Would now, our skins dared touch
Surely, my song will come to life.