Above the wetlands,

a seagull, skull-forward, dives.

Skimming by sea-life. Pausing.

Eyes ringed from the peninsula.

 

Mermaid-like child, watches upwards,

from under the ocean,

pebbles, stones, making land.

 

The sound of curved wings against the wind,

Lifted, fom your loving position.

 

A kiss trembles on your tongue.

Lighting fires. Holding hands.

Driftwood. Sought by swoopers,

Keen and nifty.

 

Like a suitor, growing goosebumps.

As she was lifted, higher and higher.

 

Your keen gaze along seaweed glistening.

A couple walk slowly on the sand.

A secret silence of a thousand words.

 

In the air. Just drifting.

Only the bird dares to listen.

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