We Sit By the Sea

by sloanranger

We sit by the sea,

he's close to me,

I tremble, although

the sun shines.

His fingertips trace

the rim of my ear,

placing my hair

behind.

He leans in, whispers,

"I almost fear,

what it is I'm

going to find...

but you look so lovely,

it's just about clear -

I guess I should

lose my mind."