He held my hand with conviction, thirty hours into knowing I existed,
Pointing out stars shining on wet, wet sand.
One chin tilting forty five degrees upward, Z Axis.
The other, forty five down.
Snug in the depth of his voice, through his chest.
Giggling, tickled by bubbles bursting between our toes.
Ankle-deep in love.
Sewn Together 
i knew it! :)i also know that you like bubbles bursting in between your toes, ankle deep in love, if i’m not mistaken. let go and flow with the sand that flows from your toes back into the deep deep sea.let go.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww(and then maybe you laughed.)
🙂 For once u didn’t make a bleating sound, I hope.
suddenly, I’m aware of all the disadvantages of ending up in gujarat. I want this too, dammit. and a little high school trigonometry goes a long way, I see.
Woohoo! Ankle-deep, huh?
Two chins?!!!!
and..and..and…? :DMuch lovely.:-)