Beach Poem

you felt like a day at the beach.

beginning:

preparation.

sunscreen and loading the car

and shaving.

always tedious

and unexplainably boring

but sure to lead

to something more.

something sunny

and blissful.

middle:

arriving and basking

in all the rays

that the sun is clearly

aiming at me only.

new, warm sand

feeling like a tight hug

and the waves lapping at my feet

a sweet kiss.

feeling myself while

coming up from salt water

that stings sweetly.

sunbathing and toppling waves

i want to last forever.

end:

sunburnt and

mouth full of grains,

im not sure if they’re

sand or salt.

it doesnt really matter

when they itch the same way.

red skin,

burnt from too much attention

from the sun

(guess this metaphor isn't so solid

cause you didn't seem to

care like the sun did)

but what does it matter anyways

because sunburns and beach days

always fade.