run me down to
the shore

grab my hand and
pull me to
the rocky beach

through the thick mist
peppered with salt and
pine and sea

through the deepening
shadows of the streets and
by the electrified home windows
that echo back
our bright laughs

we stop short of
the water, and molecules
collect in our hair –
in the needles of the trees

we share a glance
a squeeze
a heartbeat
and the sun has set