An old memory, now; a cheerful Polaroid of a fire long since gone out.
We swim out past the breakers and find the spot where the swell is peaceful. You steal soft, salty kisses between waves that catch us off-guard and slap our faces by way of reprimand. I feel smooth and light but you feel warm and solid like always and in the ocean I sit on your lap and tangle my legs through yours. You pick me up and throw me over the waves. I only go under three times, coming up choking and dripping and laughing, always laughing. I laugh with my mouth open and watch you, not the waves, and I go under still laughing. We dive and bob and rub our stinging eyes and I want to live here, behind the breakers, and never go back to land.