by Ellena Kilgallon
I fell asleep right there with sand
in my teeth and sand
in my hair.
But then, so did you,
the bright sun winking
on a handful of shells, pearlescent swirls,
sea-salt memories of sunburned afternoons.
When the sun kissed my eyelids awake,
I turned to look at you,
to push aside your hair and to feel
the warm skin on your back.
Our faces were aligned,
my eyes to yours and my mouth to yours.
We stared unblinking. You reached
your hand to touch
my cheek.
I closed my eyes.
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