Small seaside town,
sleepy tides
fear drowns,
just a grain of sand
falling from beauty's hand
she slides inside sheets of midnight
her blanket against the coldness of fright
Gulls sleep, souls walked freely
cute hearts awoke, you and me
sandy beach, cool air and sea
windswept fragility
mist covered eyes, blind
amidst natures beauty, didn’t need to see
could sense, could feel... the energy
Pale moonbeams entangle with streetlights,
walkways bathed in waves of tranquil night
a taste, lipstick on sea salt tinged lips
the strange, entrancing way the moon traced light over skin,
the way your breath skips
like stones skimming over the water
ocean waves and boats drifting slowly
under naked sky, the tide is low
stars blinking, two hearts beating in stereo
Thanks For Reading,
Peace, Love and Poetry.
Kyle.
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