Copper hair
Slightly cafe
Soft, luscious curls
Touseld
Twirled
Gritty Sand
Between your toes
Bare
Ocean blue waves
Half naked
Deep navy
Trunks
Averagely toned like an Italian boy
But you're not
Eyelashes that sway north
Quiet, sweet, slow
Tranquility.
A novel, a small one
In gentle hands
Standing
Still, sinking into the ground
Light
Touch
Holding the voice of an angel
Curvature of your lips
Slight twitch
Soft, burnt skin
Matte, under the sea salt sun
Scattered freckles
They make me tingle
This tangled embrace
Watching you from afar
It's just a half product of my imagination.