Beach Maiden

Of fair skin and ample breast
She came and stood
Toes buried in the sand
Shoulders square to the trade winds that skipped across the Gulf
She arched her back, tickled, perhaps, by a tropical breeze
While her sundress
Almost sheer, almost wet
Exposed the raging subtlety of her thighs

And as her palms fell open
Her head touched the nape of her neck
Wind blown hair, flowing like the ocean before her
Restless eyes sealed in silent prayer
Embraced by the warmth of the sun-drenched sky
Where she remained
Until the silhouette of her body was lost to whimsical shadows
And her footprints disappeared in memories made of sand