El Rey

The King of Cancun preaches over endless bleached white beaches where the ocean has no deep end and the moonglow softly sneaks in through a window we left open one summer night while dreaming the same dream: to my delight, we fly down coastlines – beautiful and gleaming silver light across our teeth, knowing nothing else so sweetly fleeting – even dawn tides start receding into sleepy coral kingdoms – the King of Cancun jingles keys impatiently to say that we’re already running late but we delay a little longer, laying in the sand, the water creeping up our spines like nervousness, a salty silver thirst for which the only cure is you and

I’m awake.

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~ by perfectionatrix on September 2, 2012.

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