The sea,the sea

Yes.
Cinematic.
Nice soft music.
I suck at verse,
But here goes...

Blistering hot sand,
The waves a mess inside my head.

Salt water.

Stand right in the face of the wave,
And let it bend your knee.

Let it wash away your spectacles,
If you've forgotten to take them off.

And breath all you can,
While the tide recedes.

Imagine,
A black saint bowed,
(With his furrowed leonine brow,
Beetling above his eyes).

The air,
Chants through his teeth.

The air,
The sick sea breeze,
That murders fishermen's wives with longing,
Balloons his cassock,
Singes his dry salt-bitter throat,
Ruffles-Unsettles his mangy salt-pepper beard,
Drowns out his Amens...

Imagine further,
A mobile phone,
Half sunk in the sand.

Squeaking out...
The last "Out of Battery" squeak it ever gave.