Sun flirts with slumber.
Sand, fire of anticipation.
she is surrender.
Bare and sprawled,
across the verander
Tide reverses to go after.
Approaching for a better look.
Observing world flatters
But she is recharging,
external no longer matters
A blinding seam where sun and sky met
The salt spray makes stomach growl
Heat confronts sweat
Which wood absorbs through towel
Thirst is urgent debt
Pale skin tans and blends
wave lips advance to kiss
Lifts herself leaving damp so pleasant
The sea cursed the sun with a hiss
Sun bore down, dried up her essence
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