Like faint incense, like a stretched rubber band,
Tugging- tug-of-war of words which was our banter;
Tight- the fabric around your waist, walking the tightrope between modest and revealing;
Like a vibrating guitar string (I’ve always wondered how a combination of oscillating metal and air soothes the human ear, creating sound) –
Waves, rasping over the coarse sand of the beach;
Our bare shoulders. Touching.