Crevassed crimson, slightly chapped,
indents match where they meet.
Pupils dilate behind shuttered eyelids,
even brighter than beach sun you are.
So rested, so close to you,
touching - my shoulders reach for clouds.
I almost become one - blue and drifting,
yet substance weighs me down.
Your other hand in my hair
to say - stay, just a moment longer.
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