As we walk along the shore,

The sun soaks our skins.

Feelings of satisfaction take over,

Tickling our bones from within.

I can sense your hand crawling,

Resting upon the surface of my palm,

Your fingers filling the empty spaces,

Helping me to remain calm.

I hope this moment burns

Forever within my memories.



By Glenn McCrary





© 2011 Glenn McCrary

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