She liked the way the fizz of the sea brushed against her lips.
She liked the gentle suck of the sand between her toes.
She liked the feeling of washing up and down the bed, rocked by phantom waves just before she fell asleep after a day in the deep.
She looked up and out from her desk to the moon hanging in the daytime sky.
How many days until the tide came in again?
1 comments:
she looks like she is made from the sea..... I like your poetrea.....
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