She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.
Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.
I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
He just wanted to stand close to her, touch her hair that was white as glacier milk..
(letters) They were like a kelp forest, they cast a weird green light, you could get lost there, become tangled and drown.. Still eyeing the letters like Portuguese man-of-wars floating on the innocent sea.