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sitting on the pier
sitting just above a setting sun
yellow and orange waves with pretty bruises
looking like smushed blackberries on your blouse
that time you hid in the bushes
and giggled so I'd know you were there
that giggle's echoed every day
through the halls of my life
i've been in and out of doors
and here you are, still
here we are  
toes dipping into a sunset
sitting on the pier

my left hand under your right palm,
a barrier between your gentle way
and the splintered wood
it's the least i can do
as you draw my head to rest on your chest
kiss me softly there
and out at the lake
and the setting sun
we both stare,
mezmorized by the moment we're in
i can feel you tracing a finger
slowly up my arm
traveling from the moment we met
unto now
sitting on the pier
sitting just above a setting sun
toes dipping into yellow and orange waves
with pretty bruises
like that time...