Seaside Musings
Lost in the depth of his pearlescent black eyes
shining brilliantly
(Just for me)
Those almost-crimped wrinkles intensify his smile
ev'n as the sea breeze ruffles his hair
(I can only stare)
The thrum of my heartbeat can be heard
above the howling of the sea
at eventide
(We stand side by side)
Holding hands, we breathe in the salty tang silently
me and my macushla
(Handsome fella)
My feral flummoxed feelings of before have fled
now I am content with joy
My heart overflows
(I think it shows)
He winks at me knowingly
and I find myself falling plumb in love
with my husband once again.
03.18.2021
For John Hamilton's "Eight word Bardenesque challenge" contest
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