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Barefoot

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Barefoot and holding hands,
we walked the water’s edge.
I remember looking down
at our hands. I couldn’t tell
where your fingers stopped
and my fingers began
and how good that felt.

Pants rolled up mid-calf,
we flirted with the waves

and then you wrote my name
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Scarlett Treat 20 February 2007

Love's first bloom - - and the knowledge (much too late!) of 'how it might someday end' - - this is a sad poem, for I suppose we have all been there at one time or another. I've known that first bloom, the fullness of the heart, and I have known 'how it might someday end' and the hurt there. You have put into words what I have felt, and done it beautifully.

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