my love(r).
it seems the tide has left us
castaways. adrift in each other's presence.
we have the beach to ourselves.
the southern sunset winds playing games with your hair. now
the forests of mangroves - melt into a single undulating shape.
suspended. hammocks. linger
and we too. in them.
your skin is pastel, delicate.
hidden beneath the shadows
of passing clouds, late. afternoon sunlight falls itermittantly upon your face
and between your eyes.
inspiration for the heart.
your fingers loosly brush. your cheeks blush
as I stroll
along.
by the way. your name looks lovely scrolled
along my pages.
we write each other down.
and I take notes.
of the way your lips seems to pry me away from my solitude
of the way.
your laugh reminds me of navy blue. jellyfish. dancing..
waves spread from your lagoons
Andrew Tipton
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