Spring Break

 

 

Writing a poem...

Here is the beach

pounded by high waves

street lights on the boardwalk

pretty far away.

College weekend boys and girls

tear off clothes and run

dive into the waves laughing

the 2 a.m. of fun.

All have armour of the gods

minds that hum and more

imported ingredients

big water drum thumps the floor.  

Bodies that are beautiful

moon detecting shame off-line

this one close and shivering

I can warm you

Babe.

**Things move swiftly in this poem I'm old no time for folly

so we will just skip over the descriptive aspects (haha) ass-pecs

of the program and get to the main part etc...

down into the body warmth

kisses salt well padded bones.

Writing poetry is the beach

bodies every where

each one is a book buried 

or spread out  darkly

there. 

These ones spread their glory

run around the dark

laughter skyward screams delight

Gendarmes can't find the park. 

The gods have given us one back

and sent shall nots away

all that's left are shining breasts

Easter break and late.

where is the blanket mama?

it's time to go within

but first where are the sandwiches

I brought a bag of them.