Morning stretches across the window.
Soles stretch for the earth.
The sun yawns over the mountains,
pushing shadows over the landscape.
The sun dances over our hearts.
Passion like ocean froth, and love like
the face of rock.
Wind blows in from sea,
and it sounds of your name.
Salt sticks to your skin,
Ocean and sweat meet.
We stand around talking.
Eventually your job is done,
We leave in a cloud of smoke
The moon hangs in a crescent.
We throw horseshoes around a spike.
You tell jokes.
I taste the salt on your lips.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
Morning stretches across the window.
Soles stretch for the earth.
The sun yawns over the mountains,
pushing shadows over the landscape.
The sun dances over our hearts.
Passion like ocean froth, and love like
the face of rock.
Wind blows in from sea,
and it sounds of your name.
Salt sticks to your skin,
Ocean and sweat meet.
We stand around talking.
Eventually your job is done,
We leave in a cloud of smoke
The moon hangs in a crescent.
We throw horseshoes around a spike.
You tell jokes.
I taste the salt on your lips.
