Intuition

Did you know, that I want to have adventures with you?
I always thought of you, and wished you were there,
while I traipsed with others.
But did you know I wanted it to be you?
That I want to see your face as you discover.
That I want to flog the sand off your feet and legs.
That I want to see your hair with salty ocean deposits in it.
That I want to live in your happiness.
That I want to see that mouth smiling,
hear that contented giggle,
and catch those hips as their feet lose balance on the muddy slope.
Your hips.
Your feet.
Your smiles.
Your stories.
Your happiness.

But does it even matter,
or has my broken silence blown the apparition away,
like sand crawling over dunes.
I never wanted to know,
to acknowledge the apparition.
I didn't want to know,
I promise.

I would have gone on forever,
just catching you,
on muddy slopes.