Weekend Love, Eyes resting,

On the rippling tide

I sink my hands

Deep into the sands’

Tight, copper flesh…

Sensing the space

In this dance of moments,

With each wave,

a struggle,

a surrender….

Time and shoulders ease

blending silences and sunlight

we fall like nuts


in the gush of

Sunday water, warm lips

Oddly match texts and textures

And lovers hips

Massage the lazy sand.

Between a look and a stare…

The heart loses sight

of land….

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