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  • Waves turn like pages before me, crashing upon my chest etching words upon my breast, left with a desire i'm required to sit with...
    Patience is a virtue and it works to test me...can i be all i set out to be with only the wind to be consistant with?

    and that blows right through me.

    Shattering back the lacking and the want to shivering wrecks upon my floor, leaving me as a witness to their demise meanwhile feeling their pain, starvation in my veins as they slowly fade. Trusting that the journey is worth the weight of it all.

    He was another one to test my fire. More blue eyes as if i had a pattern to follow to know every pair i meet as intimately as i can... hands danced with hands... lips left inchest apart witnessing the tingling want to dive in to just a kiss....

    .... just a kiss....

    but this was not to be the point of these precious moments.

    Our dance was Love made in the movement of our thighs, or our toes entwined, or the simple touch of eye to eye... another victim of the tide... brought here on the slightest whim within to find shores of salty sores and songs of sirens at every turn..... and like so many others he met lovers with every glance he gave...

    for days we waded in shallow shores on the edge of seas of what could be but just please to be in that gentle lapping of the present moment..... and then again, the tides changed...

    ....i heared these words in the curls of the crashing waves...

    "There are Seasons for Sailing and Season to Stay,
    but these are shores of Lovers washed away"...
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