sun dried tomatoes

[sweetwater]

in the evening
in the shade of an olive tree
with a cool breeze from the ocean
sitting on a stone bench

in the scent of your skin
lingering
like an explanation

soft warm colours of a blue sky
looking into the remembering of places
and ideas shared between
us

wild thyme honey and narrow roads
that lead to the beach

in the naked evening
on small stones
and sand

where the edges of the water
caress your feet

and the hills of sun dried grass
surround you

as if the memory alone
captures what cannot be explained
as if touching
each other

beneath the waves

and rolling in the embrace