There / Not There

I dream of walking alone in the dunes.  The heat, empty forever blue sky...the wash-out sound of waves, unseen.  Wind.  My feet sinking into the hot gritty silk of the sand.  Sea oats rustling.  The blood pumping in my veins, almost loud enough to hear in the sun bleached organic silence around me.  The feel of my flesh on me: hot, heavy, taut.  Deeper, between smooth sweeps.  The surf hidden from me.  Nothing but curves and sand and sky.  Down -- where the breeze does not reach like a warm hand.  Where the quiet sinks in.  The sun is too bright to look at and I can taste salt upon my lips.  I was there.  I am there, dreaming it while awake.