Textural Poem

I was asked to write, for class, a textural poem. Here is what i came up with.

Sandy beaches

How could one describe the feeling,

Of sand beneath your feet?

Soft as a field of grass,

The sod farm where we once lay.

Nearly as malleable as clay,

I was like putty in your hands.

As salty as the sea,

Southern winds blew your hair.

A massage, in-between your toes,

Bright pink nails, your favorite color.

Sand in my mouth, gritty,

Our first kiss on the dunes.

Wet now, from the ocean tides.

Tears, glistening, in your green eyes.

Cold at night, your shoulder.

Moon so bright, your eyes dim.

How could I describe the feeling,

Of the love that we lost?

-Peter Brindley