When we ran, barefooted along the sand
Margined by the incoming lace of end waves,
I knew this was love's doing,
Nurturing our passion
Under a scorching sun, merely warming our hearts
In sync with each other.
Where caterpillars looped Frangipani in bloom
Our fingers entwined, we walked the paved path
To meet the mini buses
To take us back to vacation 'home'
Where aunty had cooked the breadfruit oil down
She was waiting for us
How was Grand Anse she asked?
BEACH RUN © gillena cox 2016
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #50, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
Prompt Nights – Take me to the Ocean 
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