dawn stretches her pink fingers
across the sand
painting all she
touches and me
like a spell cast I
cannot resist
toes deep in the cool
sand
the only anchor I have
to keep me from being
drawn into the waves
and permanently lost
the lust lingers
still on my lips
and hips, most of all
in my heart
where her fingers
still grip
and where my heart beats faster
most acute in the
places like this
at these times when
the dawn has broken
when I wander alone
waiting for a sunrise I know
must come yet without
t the satisfaction of what I need for most
for her pink fingers to paint me
all over
inside and out
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