Out on Kayaks arrived on beach,
Where topaz sea foam ocean waves crashed.
Topaz turns Santorini blue soft,
Calm waves shallow bring us, into shore.
Shedding life jackets and wetsuits left,
Zippers released quick; swimsuits worn,
Nothing but comfort for us here now.
We lie on white sands relaxed our —
Bodies tired, cleansing breath respired.
After hours paddling through far out —
Seas where the ocean waves fought us hard.
Tangling our fingers we absorb sun-
Light; we dry out and sleep, towels,
Our beds as we’re dead still, post kayake —
Slumber, sunglasses cover poppy —
Eyes in drugged sleep; we’re contented souls,
The soothing lull of tide rhythm of —
Our beach life desired most until,
We’re forced to return to our home.
To the city, our condo precious,
Tranquil and never unloved but;
For moments we lay here at peace our,
Lives restored by kayaking and such,
Lazy naps in ocean sands adored.
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