Prepare
They met...On a beach where
They climbed above rocks,
Traversed thorns...
They merely attempted a promontory.
Coastal love is dangerous you know
It has no inner meadows...
Listen
Can we hear the sea?
As it crashes to me...
Starfishes shudder their points to the deep
High fiving
Being so natural
I wonder if I should lie down?
Should I grant someone some
Alacrity?
Hopefully it's just me.
Between the land and the see.
And oceans of time.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-01-29 at 04:44
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