Soak

Calm waves
rolling in and out
in rhythmic heartbeats
A lone dragonfly
hovers over
in tango steps

I am
floating on
the healing ocean
stretch my back
looking at
the silkworm woven sky

My skin
turns into a prune
resign from the soak
Up I go
to chase the noon sun
on wet sand

Feeling Like Myself

Balmoral beach, Sydney, Australia

I feel alive

With salt in my hair

Sand between my toes

Sunburn on my cheeks

I am free

Amusement Park

Freshwater beach, Sydney northern beaches, Australia

Cotton candies hung high in the sky
Balancing on our surf boards
we throw our arms in the air
hoping to pull them right down
and taste our childhood again
in this amusement park
floating on a bed of turquoise dreams

Beach Bliss

This is a collaboration between Bree and Cassa. It’s so much fun to write with a fellow Aussie. Check out Bree’s blog for more of her mystery Secret Thoughts Within.

Let me be the sea breeze caress your sun bleached hair
My urging breath dances on your bronzing shoulders and coats your lips with a crystalline salty kiss

Let me be the fine sand between your thighs like a wayward soul seeking paradise
I’ll warm up your skin to bring a pink blush to your cheeks as I explore every inch of your summer soaked body

It's the Pacific sun burning my mind
You are making me hungry, thirsty and possessive
I become a predator roaming for my prey till twilight

Let me overtake your senses with my crashing passion as the moon pulls in the tide
My every neuron charging along the ebb and flow of your sinew body
Breaking into your veins and crevices over and over till eternity

The night owl hides in the blackwood
The moon blushes into wattle flakes
Our naked souls lace in the orange sand
The waves blossom into our ferocious moans as we drift into a blissful trance

Beach Boy

Early Autumn Sunbathing

The Autumn sun caresses her skin
in waves of flirtatious heat.
She finds it to be more sensual
and alluring than the Summer passion.

Photo by Cassa Bassa at Balmoral Beach, NSW, Australia

Sounds

the cool ocean breeze flutters
around my sun burned ears
bringing the sound
of children’s playful laughter closer
then pushing it slowly afar
as if
an accordion being played skillfully
by the frothy waves