Morning surf

All thought and logical reasoning ceases
The crashing of the waves on the surf demand attention
Warm sand turned frigid by the morning tides
A whispering kiss from the rays of the sun.

I need an escape route
A sure fire way to finalize the end
A clean cut operation to kick start the beginning
I could do a million things, but not one will suffice.

It won't be long before I am fully submerged
Head to toe saturation from the salty brine
Translucent fingers trailing down my legs and feet
That extra little caress, and push to a new direction.