Wednesday, May 11, 2011


the blinding whiteness
makes me turn my face away
we wait on the beach

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salty lips
sand between toes
sun on my back

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a warm summer breeze
libations and vibrations
oh, take me away

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Bondi Bondage a
Desire for high entropy
The rest free for me

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the bodysurfer
waiting for the perfect wave
then three strokes and go