red soaked watermelon sun -we three divine sit content
and un-holy
on sand on towel on chair
happiness happens -
we walk on water
we hold hands
i traipse off, absorb the flamey blue
you two are specks echoed in iris
distinct from this distance
all of our hearts' peace paced -
silver water shimmers through salty sun
board dangles midair (did i tie it to your wrist)
a cold sea runs down your faces
in mouthwatering streams lashes stick
in trickles of salt, red lips blue lick -
and your feet shod in sand
when we get home you will vacuum the car
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(this is a reworked version of an older poem from my holly collection for a contribution to tamoja's article, 'memories make us' in the wattmag issue #6 - i reworked it even a bit more here)
