Focus on the Texture

Poem 05

When my feet touches the sand
and the waves come by
all the grains
in a process of transmutation
absorb my stress
what was rigid and tense
becomes soft and tender

in my thoughts
I hold the memory of your smile
your hands touching my skin
While I make you sleep.

I have a memory
of the texture of your hair
in between my fingers.
just as grains of sand
your curly, soft, smooth hair
makes me want to be
a kinder person

Makes me want you
desire you
to pet you like you’re a cat
to love you like you’re a dog.
and to be with you
like you are my best friend.

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