Open Wide

Sand beneath cracked heels,

warm and comforting.

Gentle sound of

waves roaring

crashing against the pier.

Somewhere in the distance

a seagull ducks and dives

graceful as Princess Odette,

in the midnight hour.

Poker hot sun

flying among reflected blue

reddening untouched skin,

causing tingles, like fresh kisses.

Swell of exhilaration,

sigh of contentment.

Don’t close your eyes,

open wide and drink it in,

rapture before your eyes.

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