The sea aggressively projects
Its sheens,
Makes shells easy
To discern,
And leaves the strings
Of seaweed
Painted garish clown.
It never stops
Its feeling hands
Or ceases to read
The sun
Through its translucencies.
The beach is full of lovers
On days like these,
Incandescent enough
To see through any
Beauty,
For love pretends
The depths
Are far away.
