#second of four

a wave is a second, water slamming against bare thighs and sharp rocks a hot mid july afternoon, just like all the other ones two naked bodies in a body of water, drops on muscular backs glistening against golden sunlight muffled laughter, jokingly splashing water all around and about stolen kisses just behind the ocean surface, trying to keep the eyes open not to lose one single moment of wet skin and hair fluttering and framing delicate faces far from the crowd making noise on the beach happiness lingering on tangled fingers.