Tide Times
Tide times
Sifting shifting shells and sands
Flow through toes and coupled hands
Kissed lips glisten sea-salt-sprayed
Hips writhe pounded wave 'pon wave
Like the tide we rise and fall
Pure-love-sure, fantasized all.
A Wensley
6.8.2024
Inspired by a visit to Nanjizal, Cornwall
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