New Love: a fragment poem

Love~ I am open~ to a new love~come find me~for I will not look~for thee.

Ocean Play

Ocean Play

Gently, gent;y he takes her hand

warm and course the tiny grains of sand
cling to their legs and feet.

Salty sprays of aqua blue
the ocean conspires against the two
to send them running from its waves.

In the wake of rolling tides
laughter sparkling in their eyes
hand in hand they dodge the surf.