On my back I
look up floating.
In Between two
beach balls, softly
she waves it in,
from the shore.
Those are bright
sunny eyes. I
grin and do touch wetly
at your smile, watching
as your soft lips roam.
You run in the surf with me.
Unopened, is to lay in the
sand, with pearls.
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