down the way,
on holiday,
from all the scheduled hours.
lost at once,
so much fun,
shining glittery eyes.
find us sunned
find us wrecked,
down in French Polynesia.
I lost all sense
of the grind
and had the best
most memorable time.
Forevermore,
as the waves advance
and sun retreats,
as tidal patterns,
and dreamy souls
lose themselves,
in esctatic crucial locus...
I contemplate
that bliss,
and let my mind slip
i
momentary solace.
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Oake bar ivy romper
Outdoor everything
A bottle split
Between conversation,
Cigars unfold
Under stormy night sky,
The drastic outline
Of bodies moving
Between the sheet
Zippers zipping
Little yawns to jetted
Bye byes
The trail all dusty from a
jeep passing thru the jungle.
So many blissy manuevers forward.
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