Looking at You

I am looking at you

Standing in the sand

I can see

The curve of your leg

The bareness of your chest

Which the sun is beating upon

You are looking towards the East

And I hope you are thinking of me

Like I am thinking of you
I wish it was me beating down on your chest

And the heat from my body you are feeling

But, I know it's not

For this is just an old photo from yesteryear
And these are just scribbled lines

From a wanton empty but longing heart.