25 and broad shouldered
the sun hits his eyes
23 and half naked, my chest,
the top of our heads
The ocean throws boats off
the edge of the world
the horizon stretches
longways, a hammock
In the water eyes open,
his grin, luminescent,
In the water eyes closed,
the taste of salt, the quiet
way the waves go on and on
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
25 and broad shouldered
the sun hits his eyes
23 and half naked, my chest,
the top of our heads
The ocean throws boats off
the edge of the world
the horizon stretches
longways, a hammock
In the water eyes open,
his grin, luminescent,
In the water eyes closed,
the taste of salt, the quiet
way the waves go on and on
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