Warmth

Cherished lying
in the new day sun
towel fold
protecting from burn

Water timing
its touch upon my chin
testing buoyancy
for submersion

Smooth rocks
refusing solid footing
fighting for the best
spot in the sand

Laughing cast
Appearing hand selected
Touching the tips
of fingers and glass

The sound
Drowns out all cries
Gulls diving and
wind wanting mercy

Lips hardened
Seasoned to their ripest
Made for softer work
and springtime

Won't stand still
The colorful horizon
diving to the depths
Frozen on display

For brief moments
I hear her voice it whispers
Caught in still light
Of the perfect morn

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