Camotes
(6-8-13) What is it with boats and sunsets that makes me weak in the knees? And sand and salt water that beckons to me? Now I am here. Finally. Feeling every bit of Grain of sand devouring my feet The corals gash my shin The waves kissing the shore The sun romancing my skin Turning it pinkish red And the wind Asking the coconut leaves to dance Delicately swaying Like a dancer in euphoria Like my heart calming Breathing, at last Sighing, Yes this, right here I need Now rain pours singing One sweet song no longer of my sins But a gentle choir Lulling me to Restful sleep...