Soft sand The place where High tide won't reach Just shy of ebb Flow two-way Discourse between Land and sea Both outreached Like lovers arms Drink each other in Lying on her shores
Soft sand Mounds where Terns lay over Tender feet walking On eggshells Deliberate delicate New life born In harsh climes Resilient
Soft sand Free from damp and cold Nestled in reedy banks Hiding darting beaks Succulents and more Barely moving an inch The sea slowly rises But never touches For fear to wash away all
Soft sand Tender toes march in Treasured not owned No houses built to dwell This place is sacred Defended and protected Barefoot tiptoe around Lost coins, watches Wallets and keys Gravitate there with ease Generous offerings to The space where Bronze bodies Curves held form Find ease and release Respite for an hour Then depart
Love that comes And leaves Yet always returns
Warm soft sand Where I land In the wintry recess Of my mind Until next time Sifting fingers Falling through Return to dunes Pure and refined Fine
This is so beautiful.
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