Glitter Sand

A walk on a beach
Both, on bare feet
So close and within reach
A conversation brief but sweet

Golden sun
Glitter sand
I love everything I feel with this man
My infirmities, he loved, and left his brand

Let the waves take us deep
In glitter sand bury me, I will not withstand
A lady untamed, needs a hand with unyielding grip
I'm untamed, he is the storm snare, untouched living in our wonderland

- April 19, 2024

© Rarity