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Gentle pleasures in the warm sun.

Submitted:May 7, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Your fingers, like

little logs to my

watery frame,

the gentle lull

of waves,

back and forth

against you,

through you,

through me.


Your eyes, like light bulbs,

like dark moons,

like chocolate caramel,

like the sea at night,

Like lighthouses

seeing me,

or just looking.


I gaze up at them

as if looking through

3D glasses,

trying to see outside

from them,

not in.


Your lips, soft, new


but gentle,


prickly against my top lip.

Makes me giggle.


Your wandering feet

rubbing against my toes

idly circling my shoulder

melting under blankets

looking at me,

examining me,

like a work of art,

basking in it,






through air

and eyelashes,

and hair,

and fingertips,

and cheeks,

through laughter,

through sleepy eyes,



Like hot chocolate

Like hot soup

like bubbling kettles,

like bubbling baths,

bathing in the shower,

drinking wine

and cola bottles,

melting, in my




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