Footprints Of An Old Love
She walks inside my head,
leaves her sandy footprints there.
All along the shore
old kisses dry.
She dangles sweet moons
in a corner.
Night is a dark book
only she can treat.
Alphabet pulled out to sea
by her hips.
I am a speechless color
in her eyes.
The wild wind cupping sand
in its other hand.
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