my feet have seen the warm soft sands of the pacific ocean
and i've spent long moments holding much missed dogs in my lap
while being kissed by this western wind
the calm of the salt air
refuses to be washed from my hair
my clothes
this sun-burnt-skin
and even though i'm far from a place i call home
here is where i belong
where my lips turn a certain shade of cherry
and my eyes always offer up violent shades of grey

and i spend forever grasping pages of these notebooks against the wind rising up from the water trying to write you the perfect love letter that refuses to be sent

i dream you into this air right now and i drink you down like a revelation
if ever
and
because

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