wet sand and funnel cakes the smell of cotton candy on your breath the taste of it upon your lips sugar salt water skin burning a beach house in the distance filled with people who can afford such niceties dogs running wild leaving prints behind teenagers smoking pot under the dock a wave from mary jane and i am with you by the rocks wet feet sandy skin sugary fingers smelling of the mint chocolate chip ice cream i have spilled on my shirt on this beach there is only me and you and that smells like home