Coquinas and a Kiss

​coquinas, 

the color of Araucana eggs

rising and falling with the surf

like the heart keeps count

of the years that have passed.

.
it was gift not theft

your tender kiss,

a love hidden

tended in silence

as coquinas drift slowly

through the sand

and out to sea.

.

living pebbles

on the outgoing tide, 

a memory,

faint as stars 

beneath threads

of cirrus clouds,

rising in the heart

like coquinas in the sand.

.

besitos

.

© M. G. Iannucci 2016

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