Come in. Leave your shoes at the door.
Take off your shoes,
the coffee is on the table.
Just a place to be.
A room of your own.
Maybe you’ll sit on the floor,
a naked wall
cool
against your back.
Or maybe
you’ll sit idly on the
ledge of the window
Feet hanging down
outside
the breath of the sea
freckling your skin.
Are you holding sand
between your toes?
Are your cheeks smiling
dry and blushed
by the sun?
_aembers