peaks inside my view are your feet and mine
in front of the sea, in front of the sunrise, sand
purls and pearl anklets, rubbing mine in soft waves
how tranquility is assumed in the grips of crinkled toes
you have lovely feet, smooth like the miniscule crystals
that lick both our pairs; sea feet, fleet footed, gold skinned
thighs, you smile at me umbrageously under your brimmed hat
i am enamored with your casual gaze, yet unyielding
and our unending view of our feet curling together
between us, ten toes, four feet, four legs and a day at the beach
YOU ARE READING
"happy" poetry
Poetryinstead of the full challenge since i am lazy i give you these crappy poems, sarah
