her numb toes dug into the sand

as her fingers cradled a rock,

its edges piercing soft skin,

painting crimson onto her hand.

the whimsical wind bled through her clothes,

but still she bent down onto her knees,

not unnerved by the scandalous touch of the summer breeze.

with shaking fingers, she carved their love into the sand,

and her hands wove into waves of golden brown atop her head,

which swam with wicked thoughts,

about a bond not too far from death.

she watched helplessly

as the ocean snatched their love away,

and though she watched, the

destruction she could not truly see,

for only the moon bore witness

to the sand and sea's deadly kiss