Body, she’s me.
Shadow, that’s mine.
Ample arms fluffy
marshmallowy white
cotton-cushiony cloud hugs—
when she engulfs you
it reminds you
of what you’ve been meaning to remember.
Must be magic.
At the beach, she’s as big as the ocean.
Sandy thighs ripple like waves
as she drops to the ground and crosses her legs.
She engulfs the shadows of seagulls.
I swallow the scene.
It’s just her & me.
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