I clasped your hand
Fingertips to fingertips
and pulled your hand toward mine
I opened your palm
And traced
“I want u”
You said you wanted to be alone
Writing poetry is like antique shopping for words: sometimes you find a treasure, and sometimes you find a dud. ;)
I clasped your hand
Fingertips to fingertips
and pulled your hand toward mine
I opened your palm
And traced
“I want u”
You were the only one I kissed on that beach
Your warm hands in my hair and on my skin
Side by side in love and purpose
Reveling in our innocence
Later, I lived on that beach
And had water access via wooden stairs
The tide had washed away any trace
But the memory still lingers