pillow lips – a poem

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I lean into kiss

your pillow lips

that taste of espresso

and mint.

The tide comes dangerously close

but on our little island of sand

we are safe,

we are dry.

The tide can’t touch us.

The sun sinks down

painting brilliance

and the wind whips in between us

together we cling tightly;

keeping eaching other

warm.

 

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