Poetry

Forgettable

The sea in my dreams
Smells of your sweat soaked shirt I buried myself into
That lazy summer afternoon
Spent doing nothing.

Our feet up on the wall
Jazz playing on the phone
Your fingers running through my hair
Giggles. Kisses. Daze.
Silence between two songs.

The sea in my dreams
Still waits for sundown
To make love.

I don’t want to write poetry
Give me your bare back
To dig my nails into
Lest you forget me too soon.

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