The beach looks pretty good
in my mind.
I can already feel the ocean
blowing tiny salty kisses
on my cheeks,
mussing my short locks.
Sun rays wrap round my shoulders,
feel like home.
Mouth slightly open,
sea breeze
fingers my lips, tugs at my tongue.
Waves roll across my thighs
bubbling up to the edge of ecstacy.
As waves recede,
sand sticks to skin,
shimmering, tingling.
Yet kisses continue to blow
as sun holds.

*This poem refers to my plans to move after I graduate in August.