first times

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I remember the sand between my toes

remember the first light invading the beach

remember the cold salty water

licking at my ankles, fingertips touching

remember your lips on mine

funny how seeing you – maybe – the last time

makes those first times so preciously vivid

treasured, under my veins, not zombified…

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inspired by “Last Time” by  Jonathan Safran Foer, pic by Author, Funchal, Madeira