I have needed you, warmth not only physical; your body breathing is like the tide ebbing in and out on the beach where I am sitting. I am sitting next to you looking out to the horizon. Fire red, burning orange and golden, they are your colours, sinking into my shades of blue and silver. A man is walking his dog near the shore and some hippies are making a camp fire. Someone is strumming a guitar, each note is moving me inside. Every sea-gull is calling me, like ghosts from past lives, they want to see me running, unsettle me, make me fearfull and always wanting. I am beyond wanting.