Hour 4

How It Starts

It starts by dimming the lights,

breathing picks up pace,

his body holds me tight,

while hands caress my face.

 

Breathing picks up pace.

Sweat trickles my brow,

while hands caress my face.

Silence, except the cat’s meow.

 

Sweat trickles my brow.

Our chemistry ignites.

Silence, except the cat’s meow

each and every night.

 

Our chemistry ignites;

it starts by dimming the light.

Each and every night

his body holds me tight.

Hour 3

Umbrellas 

We came early

to get a spot

We thought surely

there’d be a lot.

 

Yellow umbrellas

line the beach

good looking ‘fellas

hiding under each.

 

Scorching sand

from the high heat

impossible to withstand

without a shaded seat.

 

Making the trek

through the ‘fellas

just to double check

no empty umbrellas.

 

Admiring the sea view

disappointment unsaid.

Our eyes see blue

umbrellas ahead!

 

Searching through

there’s plenty of room.

We claim just two.

This day lost it’s gloom.