An Inbred Desire

I see her standing at the edge of a tide-pool, her short hair filtered in salt and sand and sun.  The press of her toes – painted pink and blue and summer – squelch into the spongy shoreline.  I can see in the concentration of her eyebrows, in the stark white muscles of her legs, I can see the determination and the desire in the way she reaches down, past toes, past grasses, past blue sky and air and –  

gone.  

The tail-end of her feet whisper to the beach sky before, trembling, they sink into the gaping water.  Heat simmers on the surface of the water, replacing ripples, already conscious of her disappearance.  The yellow sun wavers uneasy, pasted heavy in the sky. 

~Hammeh