Hot Sand Bath

Chilled, dripping, salty,
I lie face down on the sand,
then I close my eyes
while my back’s getting tanned. 
As my shoulders sear,
billions of grains 
massage and caress me
relieving my pains.
Ivory soldiers, 
fine as a hair, 
moving in silence,
relocating with care 
to fill up the valleys
and make room for the hills, 
providing support 
and the hottest of chills. 
There is no resisting 
their powerful heat 
as it melts all my borders 
in the sweetest defeat.
It thaws away all my tension 
my doubts and my skin: 
this is a battle 
I don’t want to win!
As it conquers my flesh
my bones and my soul 
I give in to the feeling
and relinquish control.
I relax and release 
overtaken by mirth,
at this moment in time 
I’m one with the Earth. 
Nowhere to be... 
Nothing to do...
Except a dip in the ocean 
and tan my front too! 
:)

a playful, light hearted poem about a joyful touch-led experience :)