A Tryst

“A Tryst”

The hopelessly romantic side of me sometimes fantasizes of a secret rendezvous far out at sea: where the  bright, blue sky is the only witness to the clandestine meet-up; where the salty breeze flirtatiously carries the sweet nothings carelessly uttered between the lovers;  where no single kiss nor passionate caress is disturbed by the soft, endless murmurings of the jealous but calm waters.