The holiday spams their hearts
with promises of love
and freezes the delete
button in their minds.
Poor swimmers. They bank
sand in their bikinis
and chatter above
the sea’s loud voice.
Confidence zooms in and out
of the moment.
It stays too long and they
have sex or drown or both.
Comments
I can hear my heart beat.
This is "real" fotographi!
i feel the connection Boss!
Woosh again!