August 18, 2012
Brushing my toes through cracked seashells,
salted waves encompass my calves.
The rhythm of the ocean plays sweet melodies
with the rippling breeze, seawater
omnipresent in the lazy air.
Her arm winds around my back,
snaking over my shoulder to pull
me close so we lean together,
her head resting on the platform
of my shoulder. Her eyes close
and her nose touches the nape of my neck
as the sun relaxes into the horizon.

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