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Dec 2010
I can taste the black of night drying in my mouth.
It’s like sand on the beach beneath the blazing sun.
My mind begins to race like children escaping the water's grasp along the shoreline.
Perspiration kicks in and sweat begins to drain my forehead
and like the waves that send surfers crashing down-
she makes a joke. Laughter erupts from by bowels and that's when it hits me-
let’s run naked across the grainy sand like two ignorant children,
like back in the day when we would take warm innocent baths.
Intimacy is always nice, but isn't it time that we explore each other's realms?
Written by
Travis Garcelon
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