remember the first time
you brushed the hair back
from my eyes
it was one of those fever-hot days last July
sand covered our bronzed, bare feet
you leaned into me, your kisses — heat,
and i could barely breathe
we were burning alive

you were the blue,
always changing like the tide
born to love me with all the grace
of a blooming sunrise,
my morning star
we kept burning alive

sun and sand,
wind through the palms
we moved together,
in sweet surrender
day and night
i loved you for eternity,
my evening song
we burned through the night

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