Autumn bluebell,
From a seaside meadow
I first picked you,
Or is it, you chose me?
Lost to twinkling fascination
I vaguely remember.
But I vividly recall
How shy you were
When your clothes fell away
On that sandy shoreline.
Then again, how remarkably
Bold your declaration:
This is me, as you can see
My individual parts quite ordinary
But all together lovely
Don't you think?
A shepherd moon
Was herding the sea that evening,
Where we raced to meet the foam
As skinny-dippers, you and me.
Appreciating the gift of you
Is so much more about
What's within, than
What I can see on
The surface of your skin.
Though that's pretty good too...
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
Autumn bluebell,
From a seaside meadow
I first picked you,
Or is it, you chose me?
Lost to twinkling fascination
I vaguely remember.
But I vividly recall
How shy you were
When your clothes fell away
On that sandy shoreline.
Then again, how remarkably
Bold your declaration:
This is me, as you can see
My individual parts quite ordinary
But all together lovely
Don't you think?
A shepherd moon
Was herding the sea that evening,
Where we raced to meet the foam
As skinny-dippers, you and me.
Appreciating the gift of you
Is so much more about
What's within, than
What I can see on
The surface of your skin.
Though that's pretty good too...
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