her numb toes dug into the sand
as her fingers cradled a rock,
its edges piercing soft skin,
painting crimson onto her hand.
the whimsical wind bled through her clothes,
but still she bent down onto her knees,
not unnerved by the scandalous touch of the summer breeze.
with shaking fingers, she carved their love into the sand,
and her hands wove into waves of golden brown atop her head,
which swam with wicked thoughts,
about a bond not too far from death.
she watched helplessly
as the ocean snatched their love away,
and though she watched, the
destruction she could not truly see,
for only the moon bore witness
to the sand and sea's deadly kiss
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un • ravel | poetry
Poetryhe was made of a solar substance so splendid and sumptuous that ethereal stars envied his everlasting existence
