The Short Story Writer

Another summmer dusk...
sitting on the rocking beach.
And breathing the perfumed night air.
Stars reveal themselves,
With silvery points of light.
My mind...far from the porch.
Where the hushed sound of a portable TV.
And the flickering of candles.
Align with reality.
Do you not seek me?

Walking quietly and barefooted.
The cuffs of your Levis.
Dampened with dew.
Softly the humid air.
Brushes your sand-colored hair.
Brightly the stars play,
upon the spirit.
In your earth-brown eyes.
Amused I watch you....
Trying to reach you....
You alone share the depth,
Of my mind and soul.