In champagne moonlight
my girl giggled
out of her
patches of fabric
dropping them to
the wet sand.

I kicked mine on top
of hers
then chased her squeals
into the surf.

We sloshed and sploshed
laughed and groped
until the moon
shoved her into
my arms.

Mouths
hands
skin
tongues
tangle
Tango.

Staggering in the
direction of shore
knees and wills
buckled
us down to the
sand.

Clawing in exquisite
agony
mouths devouring
the night
we joined flesh in —

A big fucking wave.

Tossed and rolled
by primal seas
pitched above the
waves.

We coughed
gagged
puked
bits of shell and
seaweed
and was that a
tiny crab?

Sand encroached
well past the
bounds of
decorum.

I pulled my beautiful
girl to sit next
to me.

Casting my eyes
north and south
I wondered aloud,
“where are our
clothes?”

#shygirl