I'm sitting by the beach.
And there are so many others,
Sharing this sand.
Why?
Not here to swim.
Not to pick up love.
Not to fish.
We gather here,
Simply
To be near beauty.
Beauty is our magnet.
We want to situate ourselves
As close to it as possible.
To crawl into bed with it
And drape an arm over.
So is my love for her.
I just see so much beauty
In all of her.
It's gravity.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
I'm sitting by the beach.
And there are so many others,
Sharing this sand.
Why?
Not here to swim.
Not to pick up love.
Not to fish.
We gather here,
Simply
To be near beauty.
Beauty is our magnet.
We want to situate ourselves
As close to it as possible.
To crawl into bed with it
And drape an arm over.
So is my love for her.
I just see so much beauty
In all of her.
It's gravity.
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