I waded through grey waters –
a sandy step at a time,
each tired footed step
walking me to you.

I waited at the shore –
silken tendrils of froth,
like silver seaweed,
decorating my footprints.

You surfed the heat wave
and my heartbeat and sat down
next to me, on almost-dry sand
the tides had left behind.

We took turns to listen
to siren songs on distant shores
through a conch shell and crabs
scuttled sideways to dip their claws
in waves on which you saw
the setting sun dance.