A slow wind swoons low on my brow
as moon glow beams down to my eyes
Waves make their rhythm on the shore.
Your form glides across the beach
then sets upon the sea wall
legs dangling down in carefree ease.
I want to fabulate an excuse
to come down and set on the revetment.
Perhaps you are lonely.
Perhaps as lonely as I am for you.



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