Slow steady soft
outlined by the lazy,
low light.
Filled out on your sofa,
movie on T.V.
I look over
and your gentle hair
is drawn by the afternoon sunshine.
More than being at the seaside,
air whirling in ears,
rotten seaweed
salty fish smell,
sand below me -
more than that,
this is my pleasure.
You, me,
this afternoon
when the light drains spectacular,
watery colours.
I love the days.
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