i felt your soft finger tracing
my hairy thoughts of twine
from cool light of the moon
there i was silent to shine
i open my lips, quick breath
you're too close i feel heat
our toes pointing heaven
while resting, telling stories
listening to changing tides
on rushing waves seeking
fading footprints on sand
i found your palm warmth
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