Like faint incense, like a stretched rubber band,

Tugging- tug-of-war of words which was our banter;

Tight- the fabric around your waist, walking the tightrope between modest and revealing;

Like a vibrating guitar string (I’ve always wondered how a combination of oscillating metal and air soothes the human ear, creating sound) –

Waves, rasping over the coarse sand of the beach;

Our bare shoulders. Touching.


Author: naomi

Student, likes learning about foreign cultures, shall not divulge anymore so my identity is not exposed!

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