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My sun-kissed skin
Morphs into a shade of pink
Like the inside of your lip.
A splatter of freckles form
Like I’ve been poked by a million stars
Singed at the edges
Just a bit.
I linger in the clouds
As I caress the sand beneath my
Unpainted toes...
“Who’s up there, do you think?”
I wonder aloud to you
As you doze near my shoulder.
“Not you,” you whisper,
“Not yet.”
A tender kiss on the arm
Soothes my sizzling skin
And you turn away
To drift back to your dreams.
About the Creator
DLC
Rambling is a passion of mine.. I write a lot of unplanned poetry. I hope you enjoy.
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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