Tuesday, 26 April 2011

you were the first to remove your shoes. to feel sand shifting beneath soles/souls. igniting memories of childhood summers when blood and bones were alive below skin that smelled like sunshine.

not much has changed since those days except we now take up more space and the clocks mistaken for heart beats become more persistent in their measurement of time and it's passage.

also, i love you. you who wrote our names in the sand now being washed over by the water singing the song of the moon to the rhythm of wings in metaphorical flight as we forever rehearse the kiss..

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