eyes glitter gold,
I’m cold and waiting
for you. Waiting for
the sun to rise, and
melt this sorrow from
my bones.
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Sun glows on crisply tanned skin
an adjustment of her bikini
razor burn and lonely patches
of hair still visible. Hands through
her hair, giving the best angle,
eyes half-mooned by thick
sunglasses looking for
entertainment.
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