You know, honey
you are the ocean
waves and the sand
they lap throughout
all my days. I remain
on a blanket, right
next to yours. I wake
up hot pink in the sun,
and adored. And so
are you!
So we'll both leap up,
plunge and cavort in waves
like your curls, 'til the sun
cools off. Let us just lie here
hot, salty and soft.
You can trail your hand on my chest
and cough. I will look sidelong sly,
with a wink and a shrug, and a smile
and a laugh
from a long way off, but
this moment will last, and
I think what comes next
is enough.
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