XIII: the cove

I suppose right now is what it feels like to walk barefoot on soft sand, hand in hand with someone in the summer. I spent four years wandering under the same stars as you, would you believe it! That same sunset swept across our canvas ceiling and vibrant figs freshly torn open would blot together a luscious sky. It's as if nature was spreading a colored quilt over us before bed, before the nightlight faded out as we did. Even now as I spread my toes my polished nails fan out like a peacock and I clench those soft purple sheets with my small feet. My head heavies into a cool pillowcase, a summer breeze whispers to my cheek. Soon, I close my eyes. All I see is soft sand, all I feel is your hand.