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Moon Beach
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Moon Beach |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Moon Beach Moon beach and a low tide's ebb washes me away, leaves me for dead slowly but surely crawling back to her up her fire escape without a word transistor radio dreams surrounding I try to resist her as records are spinning and sound is dripping off the walls melting on the beach, I hear the call from an old scratchy doo wop record in my landrover, I chase the sound I heard watching the scene unfurl calling the woman a girl drinking till I can see the light that she pressed to my chest like kryptonite she's killing me, but it's so sweet she smiles and knocks me off my feet to awaken to the tide swallowing me crabs claw at me, but I soon crawl free and build a castle in the lunar sand a white palace to help her understand the complexities of my idiot heart the paint is drying on her body art as she presses against me grinning a grin that spends me like a shopping spree shaking my September tree to see what drops in her lap she cuts my bark to drink my sap spreads my love on her hip tastes the honey on her fingertips that's me, Mr. Marmalaide married to the spring parade that tramples my apartment floor every night and day, she wants more but I left the rest of me in a jar of firefly green on Moon beach just out of reach someday I'll sculp her eyes from the stars and put them in Volkswagon cars watch as they slip into the sea carrying her precious love for me "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
sweet and simply put...love is like that sometimes...quit surreal and yet real. Happy trails to you both, and thank you for such a lovely poem. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
not your typical love poem...and I like that! |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
but I left the rest of me in a jar of firefly green on Moon beach just out of reach someday I'll sculp her eyes from the stars and put them in Volkswagon cars watch as they slip into the sea carrying her precious love for me ~ well sometimes it's not meant to be....beautifully said... I don’t mind spending everyday |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
she's killing me, but it's so sweet she smiles and knocks me off my feet to awaken to the tide swallowing me It works both ways, tried and true, and we still don't see it coming. Lots of great visuals here! Enjoyed the ride, soul drifter~ |
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