I threw my clothes upon the dark sand to swim in the turquoise sea - I left my watch inside one of my canvas shoes -
Once in the water, my body roped with foam, I felt the pale years slide off me, scales washed away by the joyous waves -
I remembered learning to swim, an artless boy, off the rocky shore of Malta - I would swim underwater, jewels of air spilling from my mouth -
My skin was then unmarked, my blood innocent of treachery - my eyes were open to marvels -
I watched the sails of the kite surfers zig zagging through the bright salty air -
After my swim, I lay upon the warm sand, my heart dancing inside my chest -
Anne then walked into the sea - she swam away from the shore with bold movements of her legs and arms -
On the wooden walkways above the beach, wild girls sold jewellery -
I heard the ancient sound of the sea - the sun soon dried my body - there was still salt in my hair -
15.30
Sunday 29 March 2015
El Medano Beach
Tenerife
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