in the whispers of palm trees
my mind wanders aimlessly
like algae on the sea
beneath my rolled-up khakis
warm waves crash upon my feet
reminding me of…..sigh
a gentle caress
trembles my skin
underneath my white shirt
I turn to reach for her
my hands grasp an island breeze
paradise is lost
she is the treasure I never had
sand seeps from longing fists
I call her name
as her silent giggles echo
in the whispers of palm trees
Photo taken by me.
The Lonely Author 