The water the sand and the sun ......
The water so warm that the immersion
itself seemed all but anticlimactic .
and yet , I had come here out of pure
desperation , and isn't that where
most young men seem to hover
like minnows at the shore
I had seen her from a distance
on a beach towel applying her lotion arranging
And brushing sand from her
She was not long in the sun
her flesh pale
Even her lotioned hands
as gentle as a childs
I knew it ......as she rises pulls
the beach skirt around her form and
made her way towards me
I tried not to look up and turned the
page to a drawing of
a sailing ship
" Hello .....She is so pretty
and slight of build and acting surprised
I looked up .......
"Are you kind of drawing me there ?"
........."Oh No", I sputtered
what a lie ......
She was smiling and said again
"are you sure ?"
Yes I had lied to the most beautiful
opening line in history
I felt gutless
and relieved at the same
time .....and she
turned away after a few exchanges about
the day and my
I looked up ......later just as she
was walking up the steps away
from the water
I kept that sketch pad for