She was falling from the sky He was fishing by the shore  Casting nets for fish Hungry for a score. She dropped into the sea Mingled with the sharks Swirled along with eels A sparkled fallen star. Long and lovely fingers Reaching for the twinkling cast-out. Dark and lonely fingers  Dipped deep and pulled her out. Night sea air encompassed her Breath filled her sparkled lungs He held her up to the moon His glimmering new l...

walkinghand in handalong the sanda beautiful womanwith her beautiful man.we turn towardeach other.we holdeach other.we kiss.it doesn't get much better than this.the ocean doesn't know what it's missing.we feelthe rhythmof our two heartsbeating as onebeneath thejealous sun.after all is saidand donein the universeno oneand nothingis closer.butbefore all of thisand afterwe look intoeach others eyesand understandfootprints to...

Every so often Symon and Emma would get together for one of their ‘conferences’ as Emma liked to euphemistically call them. There was something about their bond that was impossible to break and Sarah and Ricky had become used to the inevitability that the magnetic field between Symon and Emma would intensify until they took the necessary steps to de-magnetise. It would begin with a look and depending on the circumstances,...

The day had been long and he was far away. I lay drowsy and warm between soft sheets as we talked over a totally inadequate phone line. My body relaxed and I had no more energy to speak. "Tell me a story." Low and gravelly the words came. "Once upon a time there was a girl who loved the ocean. The air and the song of the tide nourished body and soul. Everything and everyone she loved met her there..." _________________ Wh...

Walking on a twisted path, Us beneath the clouds. Rain drizzles on our heads, Spanish moss surrounds. Walking up the twisted path, Smell of earth and rain.Not knowing where it leads, Not having any aim.A turn along the path, leads us to a peak.From atop a cliff, we looked upon the sea, So vast, deep and epic. Pacific Waves crashing, hard and free. On this twisted path, take my hand,  And higher, closer we'll ascend. Wonde...

"Hey Lils! I'm about to head out on the boat and do some fishing. Want to come?" "Sure! Let me throw my bikini on and grab a pole! I'll be out front when you get here!"I absolutely love fishing, so when my cousin Zack called me, I was not turning him down! It didn't hurt that he was really nice to look at, too. A day of fishing on the boat, with a blonde, tan, shirtless, hottie. I'm not complaining! Zack and I were never...

Your hands wash over me like waves Tugging at string, seen and unseen As you peel away the layers Leaving me naked, exposed, afraid And you could treat me like your puppet Another in a long list of players I would let you, gladly, never saying a word As you carefully hung me from the cross Strings tight around wrists and ankle Dangling me over the water Making me dance for you But you don’t, and this… This is why I lie st...

The soundof loving youbecomesthe murmur of a sea-shell's roarour pulse a rhythm of the soulas waves poundingon some inner shorepush pullingpull pushingyou and iback and forthto the first timethe last timeand this time and the next timetimeand time againas with each salty breaththe sound of the oceancrashing on the shore becomesthe sound of loving you... 

They drove down the open two-lane freeway in the most beautiful place on Earth. The rental car they were in didn't move fast, and that was okay because the couple was on Hawaii Time. That meant no watches and no making plans, just going with the flow. It was their first vacation in ages. They had looked forward to getting away from the daily grind and decided the best way to do this was to travel to a tropical location wh...

Just as she had promised, the key was on the top of the doorframe. I took it down and unlocked the front door of a stylish, but moderate beach house. I had my clipboard, my measuring tape and my camera. The view from her great room was spectacular. The wall facing the beach was made of glass with tasteful Grecian columns to support it. It was a simple project. Extend the deck further toward the beach and extend the size o...

Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea, close to any of the thousand Greek islands, a white silhouette breaks the waves. My old sailing boat, not too big, not too small. The sails fully extended and the wind is gentle but constant. I'm at the steering wheel and you are mixing us some drinks. I look at the horizon while you take off your dress and try to get some sun. Your white skin is too sensitive you ask me to apply some c...