High Tide

I watched 
your knees bend
as small waves 
crashed
against your shins.

Out of the water, 
you approached me,
extended your right leg
and dragged your heel across the sand.
The ocean on your side. 
The island on mine.

I leaned forward
kissing your shoulder,
your body cool from the swim.
But, all I could taste was 
salt.

You pushed me 
back, 
gesturing towards the line.

I covered my eyes, erasing you 
and the sun. Desperately 
counting the seconds 
until
high tide.