craving

toes curled amongst grains
of not quite white sand
the air is light but not
clean smoke billowing
the sun hasn’t risen complete
evidence of a curl of smile
the salt is heavy
tongue smoothing over
jagged crystals.
miles away from a signal
i close my eyes
and slip away

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