Kohaku Beach

That feeling on my feet
That itching
Aching feeling
Like hundreds of
Baby shrimps clinging
To my skin
That feeling which could be
Easily avoided
Couldn't I desist
Go back to the blazing asphalt?

That little feeling I have
Chosen to live with
Endure
Until your eyes of horizon
Tell me it's alright
To swim
Into the perpetual wonder
Of your then present
Heartbeat