Arms stretched around
like barbed wire clinging to a fence.
Tears crashing, heart boiling over.
Beauty was his
Long legs tangled around me.
A soft green blanket and bodies
that did not want to sleep.
Nights secrets whispered.
Sunday, Monday and Tuesday morning walks.
Beauty was moments becoming habit.
It was the water and window watching our
shattering our shore.
was the long look behind..
subtle warning that the wave
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The daily prompt was to use poetry or art to describe beauty or looking at something beautiful.