Beach Rain In The Warmth:
Salt air licks top lip, unaware of the saving it's doing to me
Waves once so turbulent that become a slow roll continue to be
The saving grace, the end all and be all of me
The smell of the damp warmth with thunder crackling
Warm rain on a warm afternoon sea
Salt air on bare skin, encompassing, unaware of the saving it's doing to me
The place where it all started, the place where I go when something ends
Green leaves, jagged rocks and gentle breeze
Colours that break sky beyond the horizon in the downpour
The way the beach changes from orange to pink, to blue and more
The only place that wraps me up whole,
Pulls my pieces back together when I'm being swallowed
The place I will always run to when the world is going wrong
When I need to break, when I need to be built back up
When I need to laugh, when I need to love
When the tears won't stop drowning me out I lean to the sky above
And let the beach downpour in the warmth,
Wash away at my singlet, bare shoulders and bare feet
I always search to find, people who remind me of the beach
And I know at this point, if it doesn't feel like that, then we will never reach the epitome of connect
Because I know when love is real, it will feel like
Beach rain in the warmth.
~J.K.M.
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2. A Definitive (Poetry)
PoesíaNot just poetry for humanity. Poetry for me too. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, even words can explain the complications in ones head if you find the time to discover the right sentences." ~J.K.M.
