The Sun
A silver note
That sings like your fingers
Spilling light across my ribcage
Curling out skyward

We float in the blue whispers
Of the sea
How your lips taste of salt
And the breeze
Twists your hair

When you speak
It unbuttons my day -
Stretched over the warm sand
Naming the tide
With each heartbeat
Till the hammock of evening
Crushes our flirt over drinks
Sealing this sweet tongue
Into your grooves

Our silhouettes drift into orbit
Like intimate boats on the horizon
A comma, pause
Following the thread of your voice
(quiet as the moon)
Pulling me closer
Swaying the palms
Between what we can know
And all that we haven't said

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