I’ve never been,
but I need to go
to the city by the sea.

My toes long to be buried
in warm rocky sand. 
My hair craves to be windswept
by a salty hand.

I’ve never been,
but somehow I need to be
in the city by the sea.

The skin on my cheeks
wishes to be burned away
to make room for sunkissed freckles. 
My tongue aches to be sweetened
by the soft embrace
of café strawberry ice cream.

I’ve never been,
but still my heart cries out
for the city by the sea.