Winters going to be tough what with all the
Soul mate body hopping.
Hey, I was wondering
To nobody in particular
Does what you believe
Match
What you want?
Is half a lesson learned better than none at all?

I love the faint shadow of sand on an ankle,
It’s a hint of happiness
A moments freedom in cold water
Dipped
In warm sand.
A quick, swift sweep of the towel
Then forgotten
But
A few grains
Remain
The salty memory
That there is so much more
And always will
Be.