You painted me on a canvas of indigo confessions.
Your lens found the sun-kissed child in a fleeting glance
as primrose lips and mahogany eyes took form.
A cascade of curls in a suspended moment of time.
Like polished marble.
My strangeness and charm blended together.
And it’s peaceful underneath, in the arms of my ocean.
Our improvised symphony of laughter and open skies.
Nestled between the yellowing pages of a leather journal.
And no river and no lakes can put the fire out.
I’ve found a place to rest my head.
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