A breath of wind ruffled your hair and the blue gasp sounded ever so wilder
Pronto you spun on your heel and the graceful whirl of my dainty hands
flicked in your salty stares jousting with mine
You chuckled, your feet treaded the soaked sand when cachinnating waves sluiced them out
tucked away behind the stealthy sun your eyes gilded my corsage
It was Sloe gin poised over my glass and yet I was an abysm
Like an unsown land reeking of a smidge of yesteryear.
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