ON THE BEACH

by

(For Edison Lansiquot)

Bronze-hewn,

He strides the silver strand in Sunday sunlight.

The swooning waves curl at his feet,

Then sigh into the sand....

He struts.

Beneath his copper skin,

His muscles sing like wires ...

And his eyes smolder with a glow of inner fires.

Clean limbed, and palm-tree tall, he struts,

Basking in the sun's hot admiration,

And the approving glances of dusky,

Tempting girls,

Whetting their desires,

Reclined like splendid yachts upon the torrid beach.

Given half a chance, he'd rig up each!

Without a qualm,

He'd break their calm,

And put wind in their sails, then set them drifting....

Sea waves, sun waves, leap and flash!

He leaps and flashes,

Cleaves the water, going under,

Their bells of laughter

Ringing in his ears like thunder!

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Why don't you look at Sea of Dreams
by: Robert Cameron Hazelton
from: Amsterdam, NY, US

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