Upon an oak
boat
I float on the sea
like a petal
swilling down
sun-kissed liquor
the gentle waves
rocking the boat
cleaning my
hanging feet
the kind winds
so cooling
The fingers of
light caress me
seemingly flirting
with my skin
The skies dawn
into a shade of blue
bright, clear and true
With closed eyes
I hear the whispers
of the sea's secrets
as my oak and I
wash up on shore
my feet meet the
sand first and then
my buttocks
the water strokes the
stones and the
belly of the oak
crashing back to make
sand angels with
the firewater in hand
I sigh close my
eyes and open my
mind to the magic
that is under the
golden sun
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Upon an oak
boat
I float on the sea
like a petal
swilling down
sun-kissed liquor
the gentle waves
rocking the boat
cleaning my
hanging feet
the kind winds
so cooling
The fingers of
light caress me
seemingly flirting
with my skin
The skies dawn
into a shade of blue
bright, clear and true
With closed eyes
I hear the whispers
of the sea's secrets
as my oak and I
wash up on shore
my feet meet the
sand first and then
my buttocks
the water strokes the
stones and the
belly of the oak
crashing back to make
sand angels with
the firewater in hand
I sigh close my
eyes and open my
mind to the magic
that is under the
golden sun
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