"I
feel the surprising warmth of the ocean, when I read you.
I
feel the friction of sand, when I hear your words.
What
do I have to do to feel more of you?"
I've often been a man's vacation spot. A property visited, celebrated, polluted, then left.
"No,
I am an island man far from home. I recognize not exotify you."
Then,
come and let my sun welcome and bake you.
Dinner's
on soon.
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