I'm suffering from spring fever and experiencing nostalgia, so I wrote a little ditty about my youthful summers;
Florida Summers
Fire signs,
Suntan lines.
Bar-B-Que.
I love you.
Catstail Walls,
Line sandy shoals.
Beached sails,
Before sunsets trail.
Cocoa Butter sweat,
In paradise met.
Loves passion faced,
In sinewy embrace.
Summers last chance.
Follow love’s dance.
Marianne Fuchs
May 01, 2008
4 comments:
Ahhh, Marianne, you both fanned the flames yet made our fever bearable....So good!
Marianne,
I totally agree! I've got the fever.
Kate, with comments like that, Bruno Tonioli better fear for his job! :)
ahhhh- takes me back.
nice job on that!
p.s. it is fucking cold and rainy here in NYC - and I am not happy about it. clearly.
Bixby, I'm glad I could bring back some warm memories for you.
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