Lukewarm water, noisy faucets, dirty sinks and rusty tubs;
Old pluming, dusty shelves, stained windows and broken wood,
All of this and then some more are around me, feeling sore.
Live and breathe, try as I might, anywhere and everywhere
Only bees are still alright.
Close my eyes, shut off my senses, kill my mind
Automatize.
Feel the sorrow, cry the pain; sense the mud, experiment.
Draw the curtains, turn off the light,
So I can just feel alright.
Heavy eyelids, shivering limbs, warm tears; and trembling lips;
Dry hands and chipped, short nails; messy, curly, chestnut hair,
All of this and then some more are part of me, I’m feeling sore.

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The sand is tickling my feet;

the salty water is around my ankles;
the wind is blowing slowly and
the sun is setting nicely, disappearing at the horizon.
The breeze is cool, soothing my skin,
my eyes are closed and
your arms are around me.
I can feel your breath on my neck,
it makes me shiver. I smile slowly and
I open my eyes. I turn my head towards you.
Your nose is touching mine and you kiss me.
I twist in your arms, coming closer still,
while the wind and your hands
are playing with my hair...
Our foreheads are touching
and my eyelids feel heavy.
The moon is rising, the sun is gone
the see appears to be a looking-glass;
the smell of your skin is invading my senses,
making me just a little lightheaded.
A rustle of wings, a wave on the shore,
You and I on a beach...

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