as desolate winds could charm their cymbals
and to enchant this summers' gleaming
but hot those afternoons did return steaming;

this hot dirt in palm sands there
and carpetbaggers still wondering aground
but in their lewdness they called a woman
so made this lazy day ashore and quite gooseflesh
as any who'd visited in this bungalow at port
where their dream was so alive and together
that really made bounty in her clutches