Warm summer kisses
seasoned with sand and
the taste of the sea.
The feathery touch of your hair
upon my cheek, sun dried
and smelling of salt air.
The never-ending drumbeat
of incoming tide against
the rocky shore that makes our
hearts match its rhythms
and beat together in a harmony
that we can pass back and forth
with a touch, or a look,
or the lightest of kisses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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