Barefoot under Moonlight

Dancing 
barefoot on sand.
Fingers entwined,
I twirl
into your embrace.

You lie and

tell me I'm beautiful,

then laugh

at my jokes,

whisper into my ear.

Moonlight

 over still waters.

A bonfire

lights up the beach.

Your hair wet,

my sunburnt skin 

sore to touch.

Music plays out,

a familiar beat.

We share a beer.

© the dishonest woman