in the Eastern shores of Baltimore.
My knotted lace and wind blown skin.
We basked in webs of sunshine,
through rain filled floors of braided sea.
Your naked feet tangled almond twine.
Faded cloth leaked apricot mornings,
in the Eastern shores of Baltimore.
Threadless days spent drifting.
I received this in my inbox this morning:
ReplyDeleteAll abroad the Eastern shore,
bleached sun, backs sore.
You leaned in closer,
whispered "Tell me more,"
All abroad the Eastern shore.
Legs intertwined in ancient floors,
blushed sand, august tour.
I whispered back, "What's mine is yours."
All abroad the Eastern shore.