Myrtle Beach

rain splattered colors
on a blue, blue heart
you come in like the wind
and leave, like a Sunday evening
woefully, out of time..

but next time
I'll offer you Monday
or October in the woods
providing, of course
you gather the colors of autumn
and paint the wings
of the butterflies
you've resurrected in my heart

but for today,
you're my beach baby..
drawing lines in the sand
you already know
I'll cross....

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