Diana Dabule

down. You’re standing in front of me; sand between your toes and water to your knees, our eyes meet. Time stand stills, we haven’t noticed that the sun has almost fully set. I lean in and our lips touch. The sensation is numbing yet ecstatic at the same time. Your hand comes up to the back of my head as my hands or set gently upon your hips. Pulling each other closer the embrace becomes more intense. As we release I realize how dark it is, and begin to walk with you back to the shoes that we left next to the sidewalk, only knowing where to go