Pastel Pink

I feel at the base of me

Pastel pink

The color of my toes

When they’re pruny

I steal away to sunsets

Where there's wax on the brink of burning

Like crayon-melt across the water

I find the sound of waves

Sublime

Muted in my mind

Maybe brighter than when -

Don’t look so long

I forget to drink

Dry my feet in the sand

As new waves crash around me

Soft-hued steps upon the shores

Grains stuck between the nooks

Of my cranial stores

My soles were made

For memory lanes ~

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