sandy curves
caress a deep blue shadowy green
these grains of sand record its daily count of feet
3000 footprints, 3001, 3002
traveling in every direction
I see yours and then mine
mine are small next to yours
there are two steps to your every one
they stop, they turn
facing inwards
shyly, playfully they edge closer to each other
silver, sunset pink infused liquid sweeps across these 20 toes
my sexy daydream
our kiss on the beach
a sunset
our footprints
seeped in timeless grains of sand
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and then the wind comes and washes the daydream into the waves that leave a clear palette to be adorned again. when will we know that morning?
your ability to write is pulling me in deeper. i enjoy your space.
Thanks angel, it takes time to bury oneself into it...but I feel it
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