storm

 a turquoise shimmer

salt and brine

ladybugs drift across the dunes

a broken fence creaks. the sky darkens as if a blooming bruise

across a goose fleshed thigh,

the air cools and thickens like a deep breath,

the sun's,

a last promise as it sinks beneath the clouds,

a drop of rain splashes on that same naked thigh

as lightning fluoresces across the sky,

a crackling heat, a fearful shriek and a laugh,

they run, sand kicking away from their heels,

the storm has come.