The sun sets and the bedroom doors
close and we are left
with fingers on our lips
and suppressing laughter
shaking our shoulders.
Yet the wind is warm and
so is your arm linked with mine
as we brush the callous grains away
quickly
together,
our arms moving
in unison.
Smooth and complete
with lines that
promise longevity
and light
hearted just like us,
you whisper.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
The sun sets and the bedroom doors
close and we are left
with fingers on our lips
and suppressing laughter
shaking our shoulders.
Yet the wind is warm and
so is your arm linked with mine
as we brush the callous grains away
quickly
together,
our arms moving
in unison.
Smooth and complete
with lines that
promise longevity
and light
hearted just like us,
you whisper.
dedicated to my best friend, summers on the beach, and searching for that one perfect shell.
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