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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

KB Ballentine


What I Think About #2

The microscopic quartz, mollusk shells, basalt that fashion a grain of sand
   Your shoulders, strong and reassuring as I lean against you
Your hands, calloused fingertips and palms, their touch against my feet
   The hair that peeks from your shirt collar, from the top of your jeans
Clouds whisking, whipping afternoon sky, sun a speck over the mountains
   Two freckles on the back of your earlobe, how good they taste
Your breath on the back of my neck, your lips caressing my skin
   The light in your eyes, your smile when I enter the room