Ocean, water, one
Breeze, air, two
The sand stuck to my calves, earth, three
The sun, of which I wish would melt me
Chocolate fondue,
Drizzle me down the Earth's sundae
Droplets drowning in dramatic drumline; fire, four.
Me, the spirit; the fifth.
YOU ARE READING
what Beth told me ~ a collection
Poetrya collection of delicate poetry all concieved on the golden shoreline of bethany beach, delaware over the summer of 2022. though slightly nonsensical, I hope you can retrieve something from the waters like I did. sincerely, lemyn victoria
