SAND COVERED RECOLLECTION (July Contest)

The sun shone down unbearably
on the July southern beach.
There was nowhere that I'd rather be
than with my love in easy reach.

The teeny boppers all strolled by
as near nude as the laws allow
(yes, I watched with hooded eye
I wasn't old as I am now.)

But every time my gaze came back
to my wife right there next to me
with her eyes closed while on her back
there where the land married the sea.

All this two short decades ago.
We'd play in the surf and swim
while she'd laugh with skin aglow.
Even then they's say "is she with Him?"