straight lines, straight faces.

he always walked near love,
not too close, not so far -
sometimes, skimming the line in the boardwalk
with the edge of his shoe.

he always put one foot in the water,
not too deep, not so shallow -
containing the urge to keep his sock on,
as direct contact would stir him out of sleep.

he always held onto one finger instead of five,
not too little, not so much -
following the sound of footsteps,
eyes that part ways from the beach.

she walked towards him,
directly on love,
walking on water,
a gentle kiss of his hand.


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