a touch softened
by water.
passing the memory of
softening eyes
across the back
of my mind,
back again.
I´m sinking here,
into wet sand on a
sinking sandbar
and we´re dancing to
enjoy the dive.
Sweetened by the press
of these fingers i´ve given
away to the sun,
allured by the empty sky
i´ve given up to press
my face deeply
into fat, fresh green leaves-
storied intoxications
and moments
away.
I´ll tiptoe softly to every door.
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