Without Dialogue

summer days and nights
tied up in the ocean's tide
moon beams directing mood swings
strolling along the shore at dusk
watching waves curl under before they fall
moonlit eyes make it hard to speak
chilly hands kept warm between thighs
romantic words washed in the sand
older couples walking and holding hands
younger couples running around until dawn
the sun is swimming on the horizon
filling the sky with colorful pastels
the seagulls in their aerial glide
hot sand, tans, and water bottles
firm bodies in skimpy texture
ogling every other one-- is she not asleep?
she appears non-observant without spy glasses
she observes a man as she walks away
her walk is motivated-- heels spraying sand
something splatters my chest... seagull!