“Write about an unrequited love that keeps me awake.”
She walks without slack loose with wine and sand roaming by the waves scratching with the seaweed
she is a hymn from the tumbling tides The warm and friendly sun hums along.
Once the sands push for the moon and the sea curls for more sea and the clapping wet world comes closer the sun belly flops – bright to dim
she unhooks her hands I search with my steps unkempt losing the sandy path I struggle to see her now through my moonlight, my hands cold and I find only a foggy whisper filling my head.
Under my crooked helm I pull like rain, I draw the echo down scattering in white splash noise needling my best heartbeats like a masterpiece wrapping myself away from control, sinking in the delta.
Growing and shedding all growls I peel freshly as a raspberry picked messy flowing and drumming blindly red as a baby born thrown together in the lush.
Back to the start, I crave better sunshine for our mistakes fondly, I lie with our eyes closed with smiles wide weighing memory by the glimmering distraction boxing all Pandora black.
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