A Sunday morning

They are rolling around in the sunlight by the sea, sand sticking to their bodies as they land and falling off as they come up. And they are laughing. I can hear it before the waves crash ashore and again as the waves roll back into sea.
I don’t know what they are laughing about.
Do they?
Does it matter?
For a moment, they stop rolling, stop laughing. He is over her, looking at her. I see their mouths slightly open, no sounds, only their eyes continue to smile and laugh.
Who came closer?
Was it her or him?
Does it matter?
Each came closer, one for the other. A kiss. Deep. They roll; kissing, grabbing, caressing. Arms and legs wrapped one over the other.

I can hear their love even through the sounds of the waves.