Jim van den Bos
As you doze off on your towel
You innocently become blind to it all
Sunglasses under wide brimmed hat
But I notice the little things
The rolling of the waves as they mimic
the soft movement of your chest
While the grains of sand fight
To be the most unique for you
The palm trees slow dance with the wind
Teaming up hoping to win a glance
Birds performing aerial acrobatics
Emphasizing moves with vocal sound effects
And then there is the sun, peacocking shamelessly
Parading its colors around without a sense of shame
But I am the winner here where you sleep
With just being me I can be closest to you
As your sleeping hand searches for mine