She slips through my fingers
Like water
I just wanted to experience her giggles
Floating like soap bubbles
Popping with glee
Her hair
A mesh of both wetness and dryness
Absorbing my attention
Black luminous strands that captured the moon
She smells of salt
And sea grass
A hint of ocean fresh fabric softener
She refuses containment
Kicking with sandy feet at the oceans edge
Back into the ocean
I had to let her go