When we were young and careless, you found me
casting speckled stones into the river
just to taste its wake. Then you walked with me
until the starlight painted us silver.
Your strong arms around my waist always pull
me from the ocean’s tempestuous surge,
lay me on soft sand under stars and full
moonlight, to feel all our spaces converge
You breathe in my hopes, and out all my fears
your brown eyes know my secrets long before
I entrust them to my tongue, tasting years
In sweet grapes, peppered rice, and melty s’mores.
We place our hearts into each other’s palms
Long after these waves wash our entwined limbs.
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