By Kindred_Spirit49
Date: 2002 Sep 17
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[[2002.09.17.17.50.24180]]

Beach Sand

The sound
of the slipping of waves
to the shore
as the repeated rhythm
in the seclusion of us
....as we chase
the scent of obsession
secreted on a blanket of beach
and reflect upon
the release of passion
as the screech of the gulls
bears witness to our presence

and sated..
we lie
tangled in limbs
as my fingers slide over
to brush
the touch of dried beach sand
on your skin