Red Is Mercy, 'Mom

Coming up and out from the grassy sea and is red is mercy and more is mom and any shade on the white blinding sand salty bits and pieces does each grain like rain as it clings to the copper toned skin and you laying out burning next to me and Kenny, 'you said, you mailed away lucky is she because knowing, I know of that of which you know and that of which to you I would then speak. and With you I would without name, but you would have to. and Fully, but still I blush to speak when I, by you am caught I am looking at the not to distant clouds. Mercy mom arrived, and her distractions were such is the crescent when next to full I sit half supposed gazing at Mercy mom's red bandaged bikini with a suppleness not quite like that of silk nor see through nylons but yet clingy only when partly coverings of this and that of which is why We looked, when I to you confessed and if the sun is cooler than the sand when made wet by the warm yellow water and knowing I need even more as grace than I would to you I could with you reposed being the sea you could being, each wave and Mercy is Mom being familial as the snails would hide the distant shore and smother me.