To Drown or not to Drown?

Leo sat, body curled on the sand bed.
Grains golden on his tanned skin.

The pull and push of the salty blue
played 'tip' with his toes.
The water retracts, leaving its scarred imprints 
on the earth's breadcrumbs.

He never dived in. Not today. No tides.
His body chameleon, 
desperately demanded not to be deprived
of the crushed seashell's scorching embrace.
But the aqua called.

Shards of reflecting crystals
allured him with their purity.
But like the tides, his thoughts always shifted.

'What if I drowned?'
The water engulfed Leo in a tight embrace
he's never felt before.
The bubbles holding his breath,
slowly suppressing him
silent and still...