Speak to me in waves of brilliance
making metaphors out of stars;
your eyes exchanging glances with mine
like similes that once hung the moon.
Romance is as simple as syllables
that find a home as sentimental verbs;
castles making a home in the sand
until the tide comes in.
Walk barefoot with me
splashing kisses of summer
into midnight interludes
making footprints in unlikely places.
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