Beaches

Salt water and the sand
Softening my life
Seasoning the bland
I can be cut with a knife

Pieces of shell
Pierce the skin of my bare feet
Sand particles on caramel
Stick to my hair in the heat

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Watching the sun melt into the water
An orange peel in mulled wine
Into it, I saunter
And marinate in brine

Standing waist deep in the ocean
Waiting for a wave
I jump as it arrives, in devotion
and it carries me to it’s grave

The ocean, so saline
Deep and unknown
My life and it intertwine
Preserved as it’s own.