~verses~
Honeysuckle hugs
brick and oak
magnolias meet
summer's dream
I wish you could smell
the salt on my skin
and breathe in all
my femininity
light snack,
grassy feet,
short nap.
Where is tomorrow
amongst today
hiding beneath
somewhere in the Pacific.
Cancel your lists,
throw the clock
off the horizon
or into the sea
Run into the sunrise
Run with me.
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