grapefruits waft into the bedroom
fresh scents and a clean pair of Hanes
no filters to strain sand castles
they just build themselves
the perfect dampness
sturdy enough for lovers legs
to layover, loosely entangled in a labryinthe of extremities
toss toss - then
a wave of panic returns to sender
point a finger at finding fault.
sandy bed sheets, salt water tears ripple down
tight cheeks, kissed by tight lipped goodbyes
so long, long legged boyfriends and bare feet-
it all ends when the beach freezes over and the castles fall.
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