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Jan 2013
holding
your hand
kicking
our toes into the sand
sun long set
darkness enfolds the beach
a sort of calm has paused
our flow of time

as the moon rises
and the waves crash
their whispered secrets
ceaselessly
into the shore
i realize ive wasted
too much time
looking
for all the wrong things

love isnt a colossal force
calling young men to war
between head and heart
but small, subtle
it lies in the grains of sand
sifting through our feet
it exists in the warmth
caused by our bodies
gently touching
on a cold night
such as this

i faintly hear it
from the waves
feel it
on the breeze
and see it
in your soft brown eyes
looking upwards
at me
at the stars
at everything and nothing

as our gazes collide
your warm smile sends shivers
down my spine
and it begins
to make

sense
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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