Sandstar

such luxuries,
your hands have been
and soft looks so oft
from blue eyes like sky aloft

such banquets, your lips
to have let me feast upon
such softness as could slow me
and cause me look again

but still i shiver and look away
not feeling your strength, still
I. a faint willow blowing off
slow and silly in the evenings

pushing like tide
cursing come up again

counting shells
not being able
to choose

4/10/11