Beach

Where I should have been is where I never was.

“When someone is sad, you have to comfort them.” She glared with shining eyes. “Well?”

I needed no other invitation. Her lips were salty as the sea, the waters washing away abandoned sand castles along the infinite shore. Rallying against the tide, taken as a bride away from the life she knew, she burrowed her head in my chest.

“Let me not go. Keep me forever.”

Fair and calm were the woman and the waters, each in struggle against the call of a storm. My hand traced the coast between flesh and fabric, venturing not to the primal deep. One day the morn shall stay mine.