Salt between my teeth,
between my fingernails,
in their skin underneath.
In the flesh of my hands,
Between my hair; their locks.
Between my beach slippers and white socks…
Salt tasted lips,
From the water we take little sips; seagreen and seablue..
With the wind in my hair,
my nasal cavaties longing for this unique kind of beach air,
I know I will never forget you; Salt…