I had originally titled this Ocean View. I started writing this sitting near the sea at sunrise, but as I begin to trail off after the seventh line the title didn't seem to fit anymore…
All I could think about was him. No one else.
The idea of the two of us. Alone.
He is my view.
smell of salt in the wind
cool breeze against my skin
sun beating down on my face
my skin burning as i sit in one place
cooling sensation as i step into the water
simple thought that nothing else matters
feel of my toes in the sand
feel of the pole in my hand
tug of a fish on my line
idea of you on my mind
sound of your familiar voice
one that drowns out all other noise
that's the view i want to see
you're the you i want with me
… I love you handsome