stop crying to the ocean

Eyes. Ocean spray.
Clear, blue fun. Imposing
Foaming
Sands, hotter than hell.
My hands, water. A burst of
salt on my skin. Water.
A shell, convoluted
highly complex. Intricate
Occasionally devious.
Warm devilry, and slivery drift wood.

Crowing clear blue of your eyes
is a commendation, I’ve made you happy
You smile
First time in little while
That I turned your head,
Your eyes light up.
Like I did something right and so is
the world for a moment.
My hands are dripping wet
with sea water.
And you’re a fool again.
As am I. We
can see the clear blue green
road for miles.

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