soft morning smiling

The coldness of the road numbs our feet
setting free the mind to ran
on ahead/warming the way to the sea
Along the foreshore we wander
with the darkened sen spray
laughing in our faces/guy with
characteristic youthful
abandon/look at our bright eyes
our white teeth and breathe our
innocence if you don't believe

Tiredness takes our feet milking us fall
into the soft sand/the waves rush up to us
like excited dogs with a train rattling roar
to lick our hands and then retreat
/leaving a wet wandering
trail

Morning brings the sun
in colours of burning red
and i disentangle myself
from her sleeping arms
to roll drunkenly
like a guillotined head
over the sand/
pick myself up and gaze meditatively
into the brightness that is the sun/
suddenly i feel very old and mature/
sagacious and decrepit/
mind in mellowness begins to wander

She comes to life and cuts into my hallucination
with a sensitivity that only comes with familiarity
and practice/turns my eyes from the light playing
decoratively on her ash-blonde hair and take her
hand/together we tumble into the sea feel its freshness
bite through our clothes shiver to fly with the salt
edged breeze at our heals/in haze in oblivion we go on
our way/sometimes running/sometimes walking.

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