Puerto Vallarta

it burns
looking over to the hard rocks
waves endlessly crashed on
bitter water slamming
all over

it aches
wanting you to emerge, to show
from those rocks to hurry
the rough surface, hot sand
to make love

it stung
the hot sand lay under my hands
beads scratching the soft parts
while I waited and looked
and waited

it stays
my imprint is still on the beach
looking and still waiting
for you to come over
to take me

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