Beachcomber Poem by Sue Stone

Beachcomber



You came to me in gentle hours
You, of the soft sand and oceans
I, of mountains and meadow air
An inference of port soaked wood
Alongside soft Irish heather
I breathed you in and, in return,
You loved the very bones of me
In whom your salty kisses linger
Still, I see it all the better.
My love. My salt soaked darling.

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