The only love I can count on.
I wish to release my belongings and walk barefoot into the sea.
Instead of words filled with empty compliments, I wish to hear the sea and the wind through the trees.
In place of kisses the warm sun on my skin or raindrops like a happy tonge touching my nose.
The wind to blow to my hair from my face.
The steady earth to hold me.
I will have a love affair with that which is consistent and complex that which is not afraid or hateful.
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