why i think of you
the waves lick
at my toes.
the Sun dots kisses
on my neck.
there’s a hum
and a breeze playing gently
across my lips.
which must be why
i think of nothing else
but you
in the spaces
of these many seaside trips.
the waves lick
at my toes.
the Sun dots kisses
on my neck.
there’s a hum
and a breeze playing gently
across my lips.
which must be why
i think of nothing else
but you
in the spaces
of these many seaside trips.