japanesewind

One day one hour one moment






A mountain from a millon years ago
cushions feet..pushes between toes..softens our fall backwards

it's noon ..heatwaves dance..a breeze pushes fingers through your hair...pinned
on the left hand side by a red flower..it's yellow center highlights golden skin

i dip ..kiss your lips...lay back..watch as a swarm of butterflies ghost over the sands
we both sigh....surf laps sun beats temperatures rise

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