Setting Sun

On the sand I laid
my worn out limbs,
and weary feet.
With eyes shut tight,
arms out wide 
and chin raised to the sky;
under the fading light
of the setting sun.
Measuring the time
that passes by,
through the slow crawl
of the crashing waves;
while it tickles my feet
as it reaches up 
before it backs down.
From feet to legs -
feet to thighs -
feet to hips,
until slowly,
slowly,
everything I am
is covered by the sea
and all I can taste
is the saltwater against my lips.