your long legs bent against your chest
your long arms resting on them.
You look at me with angular features
those deep set brown eyes
and a warm smile
I smile back, but,
"I don't want to talk to you."
You give a single nod.
You understand.
We sit apart, together.
We listen to the ocean as it echos around the rock walls.
We see the waves smash against the cliffs and the sand.
We watch the shore receive and lose that kiss again and again.
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| Longing by the nakedpastor |
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