Palm tree beach

[Semicircle]

Words fall to the floor;
you smile and leave, coyly.



Flicking the glass,
water ripples.



Whispering your name 
to the moon.  

  Words fall to the floor;
you smile and leave coyly,
whisked away into the infinite.


Water up to the rim.
Flicking the glass,
it ripples.


Campfires and bags of rice,
whispering your name 
to the moon;
our lines aren’t parallel-
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