She stands dripping

She stands dripping, just in from the sea and a sudden storm. Miniature seas pool at her feet. Quicksilver beads on the bamboo floor. She smiles at me from just inside the door. I hear the crash of waves still lingering on her skin-rushing her over and over again. The distance closes between us, her golden wet hair on my skin, the sea stranding me against her sun warmed salty skin.

outside our window
sudden spring rain
– belly to belly



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