If I lay my hand
Flat against the surface,
Palm down
fingers dipping in the salty wetness,
I can almost feel her moving.

And if I hold my face to the wind
I can almost feel the 
wisp, the whiff, her breath
Against my cheek,
tiny droplets fine and silky.

I can hear her breathe,
See her disrupt the
Silver surface and
I can watch the … Continue reading Slated for the Shadows