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Luiz 2d
I want to share the moonlight rays
with you under the covers
of the sandy beach at Corner’s Bay

I want to talk to you
feel your warm voice in my ear
and look at the reflection
of the stars in your baby blues

I will feel your candy coated lips
strech and curve to your ears
when I’m not looking

as I will dive deep within you to retrieve
and then release that joyful expression
for you are the last woman on earth
as you are the only woman I see

I will die if I don’t caress your sweet face
and trace every wrinkle
and line with my index
until I know all the contours by memory

I wish for the anticipation of our first kiss
as we come face to face
with our breath of whiskey
and the encapsulating scent
of burning mesquite

I fantasize to be growing weary and tired
listening to every one of your stories
until the break of dawn
as the sun rises in your diamonds

and there in your look, is where I see
the bliss I was never to have again
Gazing out towards this ocean
This endless blue sea
Warm water
cool breeze
Coarse sand
Under my feet
Waves crashed
Waves beat
I understood what it meant
What it meant to be free
As I gazed towards this ocean
This endless blue sea
Just a soft, easy experiment.
there are few of us at the beach
some look at the sky and seem happy
others keep evanescent things under their arm
such as the turtle they caught at dawn
but as it gets dark
we become so sad
not even light can get to us
not even the photographer
who keeps ciphering out in a notebook
and moving us around
to make room for
Death in the picture
Rhea 3d
No words can share the chaotic precision
Of waves sweeping a sandy shore

Clean of its filth, expired life, footprints
Leaving the ground beneath supple and bare

Find me the words to describe
The confidence of a feisty crest

As it approaches the shore so swiftly
To pound without relent

How the pinnacles raise
A turbulent impasse

Until another frothy height
Follows its thin soapy tier

And stacks its might like ***** keys
Carrying them both to shore

Tell me the poem that captures
The layers and ripples dashing

As countless and intermingled
As the buttery layers of a croissant

I wish I could find the words to hold
This image deep within me

To remember the blur of green and blue
When I am far from their ruling roars

I would enshrine their vivacity
With a razor in my heart

If I could keep their beauty
A keepsake of nature’s art

When the outside world is yelling
I wish I could recall

At will the rumble of undertow
The thunder of admonished land

The crashing sounds that kidnap you
Forcing reality far behind

For no mortal trouble is so large
To ground you by the sea

The only thing to consume a wave
Is the crest rising in its wake
miki 7d
you were
a drug that only worked when i didn’t need you
a run down
crimson chevrolet
driving so swiftly down
the beachside boulevard
nothing but endless ocean to the left
and a booming city at rest
to the right
i needed you
i wanted to come home
to lie next to you
dreaming of a life full of
and strawberries on silver platters
in the summer
blue skies

star light, star bright
the first star i seen that night

never worked
Rin Oct 15
you hold my hand
while we walk in the sand,
birds chirped as wind blew
smile on my face when I heard you.
shining sun starts to set
as the ocean makes our feet wet
your hands wrapped around my hips
as my soul craves your lips

-our moments of love
Hershey's Kisses,
Society she misses,
The emerald eyes,
That seem like sapphire spies,
The vintage blueberry,
From her beach canary,
She misses the north,
For the south was a chaotic birth,
Yours truly from the sky,
Greetings my graceful,
Sulphur butterflies
The sorrow of isolation won’t take me away. I have a lot of friends here. :)
TD Oct 14
There are times when I see my solitude
as lazy swirls in warm sand

fingertips of life gently teasing their granules into shapes I do not recognize

yet they bring comfort in their fluidity.

I can’t help but escape to moments
that mean more than me

and so much more to those who wander times sandy shores seeking their own solace

imagining what types of creatures live
to make such intriguing trails

and never linger to share them.

There is a kind of beauty in that..
such beauty there is and never was.
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