The barefoot girl who never was
Because
The beach
Remained out of reach
To me.
I hear the sea
And feel the sand
But I can not command
Your hand into mine,
For I find
That you are a mermaid of my mind,
Or perhaps half real,
Though one can not a kiss seal
With a middle-aged man’s hazy recollection
Of a perfection of skin
And imagined sin.
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K Morris - Poet 
Lovely 😊
Thank you. I’m delighted that you like my poem.
A very enjoyable poem, Kevin.
Thank you, I’m pleased you enjoyed it.