Tell Me More Poetry by Nancy Duci Denofio

From The Shoreline

Twilight seeps
in shades of gray...
I open a sliding
door,
inhale fresh air
taste salt water
on lips,
with hope,
I'll see him...

His dark hair blows
freely in wind,
at times, I dream he
gazes toward me...
it's a wind,
pushing him...
He bends forward
collecting treasures
from a shoreline,
his tan excites me...

Fog thicker beyond
a sandbar where he
runs...
blending with an ocean
wave,
a tide claims him,
I've yet to see him
after that...

Nancy Duci Denofio
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