red soaked watermelon sun -we three divine sit content

and un-holy

on sand on towel on chair

happiness happens -

we walk on water

we hold hands

i traipse off, absorb the flamey blue

you two are specks echoed in iris

distinct from this distance

all of our hearts' peace paced -

silver water shimmers through salty sun

board dangles midair (did i tie it to your wrist)

a cold sea runs down your faces

in mouthwatering streams lashes stick

in trickles of salt, red lips blue lick -

and your feet shod in sand

when we get home you will vacuum the car

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(this is a reworked version of an older poem from my holly collection for a contribution to tamoja's article, 'memories make us' in the wattmag issue #6 - i reworked it even a bit more here)