Counting breaths like waves
Crashing lips over my dunes
A fluttered memory,
Full moons like our hips breaking
seaside to our ecstasy.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Counting breaths like waves
Crashing lips over my dunes
A fluttered memory,
Full moons like our hips breaking
seaside to our ecstasy.
I like this very much.
“hips breaking seaside to our ecstasy”
wonderful line.