couplets... never finding a beginning nor an end...

I

dewdrops on the white
tender to the eye
caressed by the evening wind
like a lover's kiss flown in every night...

II

prickly and touchy like the porcupines making love
painful it starts, flowing into an ocean, lovingly passionate
touch and you move away, never knowing the beauty beneath
alas! for man has always been so short sighted, inanimate

III

are footprints possible only in the sand
oh the very air bursts, flows electrified by your touch
documenting details beyond compare
for you are one, immeasurable, pretty much...