the stones shaped by years of water’s caress;
stories trapped like wet sand sticking to our skin.
You kiss my sleepy eyes reading stories with your fingers
on me and sandy beach, washed by waves
following traces of our tryst that evening.
Two indistinguishable objects – us and stones
lost in their dreams of being one;
with the sea, the sand, the sun, the birds
our first memory together, our shared secret
screamed to nature, who erased all signs
of our footsteps and wherever that followed.
Written for Toads prompt for iterpretation of alcoholic Inks.
A beautiful interpretation โ I love the โstories trapped like wet sand sticking to our skinโ.
๐ Thank you.
How discrete of nature to delete all evidence of your tryst that evening. I loved the humour in this poem, it was great read.
I wish ๐ !
A delightful remembrance….
Thank you ๐
Erased signs, but not the memory ๐ Beautiful.
Some memories are for forever ..
Love the story in this of summer love… the footsteps erased was one I tried myself, but opted out from
Thanks ! Going to read your post next ๐
Beautiful…”stories trapped like wet sand sticking to our skin” Love that line. The evidence erased but the memory kept..
Thank you for the kind words ๐
I love the depth and richness of this poem
Thank you ๐
Your words are rhythmic with your analogy to nature. The ocean is especially filled with so much that melds with life. I really like this poem.