The waves are crashing against shaded stones.
The salty air dries the brine of the night.
Creatures clamber, evading to their homes.
Skinny palm trees bend their hands to the light.
I close my eyes, you drift into picture.
Disregarding all but our affection.
We’re so carefree, relishing this fixture.
Insouciant, relishing imperfection.
Let’s float apart, together, me and you.
Laughs. . . flirty glances. . . our envisaged cove.
Between the azure sky and ocean blue,
there’s the warmth of the sun, and of our love.
I close my eyes and I hold your hand in mine,
But when eyes open, you’re not here. . this time. . .
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