8.08.2012

how can i instill such hope yet be left with none of my own

lain beneath that half alive tree
on a sand groove
shaded by those curlicued branchlings
yellowed in sun
your side lines my side
warmly golden skin kiss
sea grass undulates in the sea breeze
which skims our blonde limbs
you tilt and whisper in honey tongue
and beam with salted baby blues
i turn and tuck into your light


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