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Blankets of Us

Upon the watercolor sky

� � � � � �clouds crisscross

� � � � � �white chalk marks

� � � � � �pierced by golden drops

� � � � � �reflected on topaz glass of sea

� � � � � �Sun mirrors itself

� � � � � �the setting;

� � � � � �In me

� � � � � �the unsettling;

� � � � � �skin drinks in saltspun essence of the bay

� � � � � �listening to the wind's echoes

� � � � � �sea song brings me to my knees

� � � � � �Waves long to kiss the shore

� � � � � �the earth recognizes my naked steps

� � � � � �often they have tread here

� � � � � �the whistling wind

� � � � � �has kissed my cheeks

� � � � � �to sting the tears

� � � � � �A rough stone

� � � � � �worn smooth by waves of change

� � � � � �at times only my shadow

� � � � � �stood close enough to know

� � � � �

� � � � � �You

� � � � � �your human note

� � � � � �music that moves me

� � � � � �I see the pulse of summer in your eyes

� � � � � �ice crystals melt under amber glow

� � � � � �You carve words out of my marble heart

� � � � � �quench the skin with liquid hands

� � � � � �that still the wind

� � � � � �and stir the sand

� � � � � �Tracing on bare skin

� � � � � �our own verse

� � � � � �At once unsteady

� � � � � �now an anchor for my drifting dreams

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� � � � � �Here, where the sea is donned

� � � � � �in dress of blue and green with white laced edges

� � � � � �adorned by moon, earth's jeweled neck

� � � � � �I place my heart in your hands

� � � � � �reluctant to part

� � � � � �as through your lips

� � � � � �slides my name

� � � � � �a touch, a promise

� � � � � �lights the flame

� � � � � �I find home in your arms

� � � � � �You melt within my rhyme

� � � � � �transformed...

� � � � � �These moments

� � � � � �captured on parchment of heart and mind

� � � � � �make their mark

� � � � � �on yours

� � � � � �on mine