On The Beach

The sun sinks into the sea
on his evening suicide dive

waves bleed carmine
pummeling the shore

A lone gull laments
my night terrors

of one small set of prints
in gray sand, on an empty beach

chill fingers ruffle hair
trace my spine, I shiver

You’re late, I chide
feral lips clash

hot breath, tongues lash
teeth scrape, sand burns

the sanguine sea sighs
and laps contentedly

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