The warmth of the sun lingers on my face,
Though the sunset’s reds have turned lilac and grey
Our wind wanes to breeze and a whisper
The damp cloak of night around my shoulders
I dig my feet in the Hellenic sand,
Stripped down to my beating heart
Lips parched I face west and wait
In the deepening silence I wait
For the sun to rise in the east
For the light to touch my calves
For its rays to run the length of my back
For your shadow to appear next to mine
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