By frozencharlotte
Date: 2002 Jul 06
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[[2002.07.06.13.28.8626]]

Hot Sand

I sit at the edge
in a castaway chair,
tapping my toes
to the hum of my heart.
Your face is spinning
in a mirrored ball,
a thousand squares
going round me.
A smile darts by,
fingers tip mine;
I try to grab hold
but you are flying
too high
to dance
with me.