the breeze tastes of strawberries
and the sun
swaying towards the horizon
in the deepening sky
pleasures my metronome thoughts
like her hips
as the music catches her
rolling and tumbling
when the rhythm in the salted air
matches the one she finds
pulsing
in the place she goes
on moonful nights
where crescent beaches linger
singing in her hands
with mother of pearl choirs
strung around her shoulders
in the ashen light
waves roll in
cresting on her
powdered sugar *******
and coral reef lips
leave their mark
crimson stains
on a leeward palm tree
having run aground
under a sky spread map
of misaligned stars
I search for grace
in the shadow of her eye
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 12:09 AM UTC
the breeze tastes of strawberries
and the sun
swaying towards the horizon
in the deepening sky
pleasures my metronome thoughts
like her hips
as the music catches her
rolling and tumbling
when the rhythm in the salted air
matches the one she finds
pulsing
in the place she goes
on moonful nights
where crescent beaches linger
singing in her hands
with mother of pearl choirs
strung around her shoulders
in the ashen light
waves roll in
cresting on her
powdered sugar *******
and coral reef lips
leave their mark
crimson stains
on a leeward palm tree
having run aground
under a sky spread map
of misaligned stars
I search for grace
in the shadow of her eye
