I cannot hold you any longer
Than I can hold ocean waves
Reaching for the shores,
Slipping through my fingers-
Your fraction of warmth,
In my cerulean world.
Still, I hear
Our love's refrain
In lingering spaces:
Fragmented riptides,
In a conch shell-
Tinged with riddles
And salt sting,
Half buried.
YOU ARE READING
Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
