On some shore, any shore,
that notates the passing of time
and circumference of rocks,
we sit.
On some shore, gray shore,
which separates true love from
just lust, sand sticking with heat,
we gaze.
On some shore, sunny shore,
calming the blood and breath
with an uncanny rhythm, slow,
we rest.
On some shore, any shore,
where air meditates and Venus’
foam decorates elements,
we smile.
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