Sitting On The Beach Poem by Louise Tredoux

Waves rolling softly, morning air crisp,
memories of you around me, the way
you stared as if to impress me with
your ability to extract beauty from
whatever took your fancy

And it worked, of course, it worked
beautifully, I felt so good while you
stared - then you looked around
as if you compared me with the
other faces you found

Then you focused on me, once again,
and when you started to grin with a
mischievous glint in your restless
eyes, fastening them on my face,
then glancing at my nails

You wanted me to use them on you,
you wanted me to let my hair grow,
so you could weave your fingers
through them, you told me once
more

“You are too good-looking for me”
glancing at my legs as we walked down
the street, you liked my green shorts
and my sandals, you admired my
walking away as you left

The sea’s rolling in, must move
towel and laptop again…