Friday, June 5, 2009

...she said, "

He read me poetry on the beach,
while the sun went down into the water,
a small insignificant thing on the surface,
the depths were so

While my eyes became heavy,
he kissed my stomach dry from the sun now,
and sang to me,
as polite sips of wine were exchanged

in each kiss.

I smiled, "That was lovely."

"Quite lovely."

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