she swayed wearily in a sea of longing,
forgetting that she knows how to swim in such deep water.
as the tide ebbed and flowed, ebbed and flowed
she kept her feet pressed
firmly in the rocky sand below.
all she could think about was the little boy
on the boardwalk- “sea shells
get your painted sea shells!”
the waves crashed onto her bare stomach
and splashed a few large drops of salty water
onto her lips.
she squinted her eyes and felt a bead of sweat
trickle down her nose, onto her cheek.
her body felt hot, almost liquid.
to dive in.