Tuesday, October 1, 2019

The Beach

Hey You,
tell yourself
that I miss yourself.

All the things about you
that turn me blue,
through mood rings
and things.

You're too bright for this room,
still, you light up this world,
making me believe again
in love and lust
through daylight unjust.

Night is our time
our sand,
our breeze and breath
exchanging taste,
mysterious pleasure
blowing our past away.

I'll see you again
see you soon,
in a different place to covet,
another sea,
another room.