"The Beach"

Shoes slip off,

And sit on the step.

The cold, grey stone,

That stops before the grain.

I step down,

And touch the sand.

The multi-colored grain,

That holds me there and holds heaven as well.

He steps down,

And I grab his hand.

But he changes his mind,

He reaches and puts his arm around my waist.

I take a step,

And he does too.

The sand holds our heaven,

That sand also holds our hell.

The screams come,

And the laughter is heard.

The screams of delight,

That knocks us over.

We are pushed,

Closer than ever.

We are told to kiss,

That sets off a spark.

He says to me,

"Well, they started something."

I look up at him,

Then hope for a kiss.

I lean closer,

But the kiss doesn't come.

We hear the laughs,

That is followed by the children knocking us over.