surf sounds fill my heart

as I lean on the balcony rail

breathing in the sea,

feeling your touch,

laughing at myself

for dreams and imaginings.

you are not here...

will not be here...

but still I dream.

your warmth on my back.

your erect length against me.

your arms around me.

your hands cupping my full breasts.

do you ever imagine me?

what those moments could be?

just being.....

together

under the moon?

the tide

pulling and pressing the shoreline.

the whispers of the night

like a warm cloak of together.

and us,

invisible but to one another.

the only music, ours.