Liquid blue slap lapping lazy
On shell shelf rocks
While lazy lovers lie still
Steeped deep in themselves
Too quiet for whisper cricket sounds to be disturbed.

Lapping slowly
The milk light warmth of each other
To the rhythm of wash water waving.
Glitter in their eyes
Of sun dappled water.

Lost to the world outside
Their window view room.

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