You're pretty and I'm less
beautiful day by day wondering
what it would be like to kiss
the creases in your lips.
The salt drips from my mouth
aggravating--aggravating the sweet
scent of honey I sense from your presence
not here nor there but somewhere.
A trail on the beach from your honey wand
leaves me walking in circles, chasing
stray ghosts in the sand as they wash
away in the supple underbelly
of crescent moons
crashing against the shore--
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