Simmering

We could see

the sun’s reflection

across sections

of

rolling seas,

 

We stood

under an eternity

of palm trees

sipping tea

held

in palms

already simmering,

 

Simmering

as we stood

staring.

 

And that’s when

You asked me if

I loved you too

And

all I did

was look at you

Stammering

7.37 AM

Morning

 

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