Tuesday, January 13, 2015
SALTY WET BROWN SKIN
Salty, wet, brown skin. The sand is caked on her shoulder and baked in by the sun. She turns and smiles with her lips and her mouth and her eyes and her nose, and then dives into the waves. The sand is lifted off her and swirls in the ocean, it drifts past the fish and the molluscs and joins up with it's buddies at the bottom, lying in wait until she emerges and pushes her feet deep into it's mass. The grains of sand are all one, and they all groan in delight in unison as her toes wiggle all around them.