The Air Between Us

Dear Charlie,

Read this letter by the shore.

Stand and feel. Feel the continent of nothing that separates us. See me from across the world gazing to you. Your eyes are green swirls in tidal pools. Waves wreathe sea foam along damp tracts of sand. My toes curled in the silken loam; up to my knees, breakers beckoning, undulating, “come deeper” the creamy tops swallowing my legs, hips.

Charlie feel the air between us.  Let it caress, let it hold you, let it grip you. Lick blowy against you, through you.  The sky is warm, pliable, let it enfold you. Taste the salt-spray  bite of the breeze.

 I kiss the air between us.

Feel my kiss on the air between us.

Love,
L.A.F