Tropical Ghazal
imagine I kiss you with empty hands,
while a possible horizon meets the sea.
moments beyond touch, the elements suffuse,
entwine and are lost in each other.
if the sun, then I might,
lush tropicals press the wind wanting you.
slowly rocked by the nature of the sea,
I dream of you coming to me at midnight.
one line spells itself across the horizon,
push, push into the sea of me.
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