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