Running to the water- it's the kind of urgent/beautiful compulsion I remember feeling about boys before I sadly realized that (just like me...) they were only human beings. Without fail, I stand before that body always breathless, thrilled, full of joy and unquenchable longing just to never be anywhere else...
Toes in the sand, I spin endless hours entirely in the moment and drench my eyes in that infinite, sparkling palate of blues hoping it will somehow fill me enough to last until the next time we can meet.
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