hill + sand

I am falling over myself with urgency
aching to be ripe with words
and on my tongue lasts taste
chocolate, what once was only clove.

some better way to tell you
yes and yes to all
that comfort of being sad.

some better way to ease you
no we won't forget
memories, hill & sand.

some better way to own me
see I was not before
my pride petulantly had.

some better way to see you
as I knew before
with shell bits in your hand.

I am tripping over myself quietly
flushed with heart's reprieve
and on my mind frames shape
the seam I'm never meant to see.

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