Jealousy and
affection border
an island
with water
like diamonds
between cliffside
and lake
Low tide
driftwood breaks
Biding time
For sandy kisses
under lavender skies
Guiding near misses
From prying eyes
Searching for riches
Tracing over star maps
And over soft eyebrows
X-marked graves collapse
This could be how
We hide our treasure, perhaps
Trying my hand at some poetry in an attempt to keep creative while I’m not in a place to draw





