Oceans of Sense

it stopped making sense when

your glitter and grace didn’t shadow the halls

your smooth supple skin was no longer in reach

your bracelets and bands no longer chimed in my ears

your familiar fragrance fell from the air 

your embrace escaped what stood to be real

I started to wake with

determined dawns that draw my dreams to a close

radiant rays that wrap me in hope

the rounds of robins that sing with the psithurism 

the wafts of clipped green grass floating like monarchs

familiar flavors returning to feed my soul

my breath became easy when

browned feet met the summer terrain

waves washed towards dynamic shores

rounded rocks rumbled back to the sea

grey-green seaweed teased my nose

the ocean brine upon your neck called for my kiss

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