She walked the sandy beach line confident and nude

She crept past lovers kissing so as not to disturb their mood.

She passed

A thread of pain is spun from one abusive husband’s hand,

It wraps tight around the woman throat stealing her voice.

I know exactly what you're thinking when you hear that word.

You're thinking how naughty, how vulgar, that borders on absurd.

They

WE Came.

Thoughts of you. Thoughts of we.

I imagine you and I sitting beneath a cascading waterfall

warm waters caressing our

The succor of her salty lips drenched me with a aqueous shot of her own self doubt

A moment in the Sun: The waves