Friday, August 23, 2013

Kissing Sunshine

Who would have known
it would be like this:
a fragile kiss,
a smoldering bliss?
Oranges, peaches,
a golden haze,
your girlish ways.
Freshwater shells
and fossils on sand,
the submerged land,
a slender hand
smoothing brown locks
behind the ear,
and wiping a tear;
it's beautiful here.

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