Sorsogon, 2012 (or the Daughter of the Sea II)

You held your yellow flip-flops with your tiny, ivory fingers,
and let the sand massage your feet as the waters welcomed you.

I gazed upon your fragile frame — balancing yourself
with the movement of wave and wind, of wave and wind,
of wave, of wind.

They flow with you, within you,
like how such silent hands protect
a deity, or the daughter of the sea.

Precious, I thought, but something more.

I walked towards you
with a concealed smile.

Salamatonon[on].

[Salvosa 2012, Second Draft]

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