Talking Poem by terri kay

Talking with you is
like a walk on the sea
a stroll by the shore
of the sea.

With soothing waves
and the kisses of white
foam along the shore.
Roaring tides warn
although the sand is deserted.
The gentle wind's fingers
caress our hair, our necks
while hands mingle
and conversation floats.

The sun blesses the
afternoon with azure skies.
indigo
violet
red
tangerine
a flash of light, the sun is gone.
And we're still talking.