I know what the sand on a French beach feels like
Underneath my feet and startled by the friction feelings
Heightened by the foam lining the rocks
Much harder under
My body pressing down
to push me through the cracks
Silver lined with water
Swirling the rocks
Teasing my vision to keep moving
Through the orange hue
Sitting on the horizon
Her heat going to sleep
I am her dreams.
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Lovely poem! I’ve never been on a French beach, but now can imagine!