Jessy Assy

Waves deafening

roll in 

gently washing the small rocks

penetrating the fine grains of sand

and soaking his tired feet

as he massages and gently pats 

the torso

the chest

and the tail.

With a sharp stick in one hand

and tiny pebbles in the other

he’s proudly designing the impressions --

bringing them to life

with his bare hands

bare fingers

and bare innocence.

He tilts her head

and with those fine tools and utensils

begins forming her voluptuous lips,

petite nose, 

and dark pensive eyes.

Then whilst sparkling dry

sand to create her long wavy hair

he discretely maneuvers it

to cover up her virgin breasts.

And as he continues

meticulously ornamenting

her prostrate body

completely surrendered in his

crafty hands

he runs out of shells

and rapidly scampers away to get

another bucketful

as the waves get closer

and engulf his beautiful creation

leaving it completely deformed,

destroyed, 

and dilapidated.

He discerns the look in her eyes;

that very decisive glare that never faltered

then looks again at his mudded lump of sand

and smiles:

She’s never looked more beautiful