#while in bataan

[surreptitiouslysatisfying]

Sand Still.

I sat by the shore.

When I missed how the sun sets, I remembered your lips' curve and pungent red,

I almost dozed and let off a snore.

held aloft a cloud of cheeks, soft to touch and waiting to be kissed,

I forgot what I was before.

As I swerved my hand through the blue sea, your waist around my hands—that is what I see,

But I knew who I was for.

cared less how the sun sets, I missed you instead.

I came back loving you even more.