on the afternoon of first love
when the air was like Oahu
and the sky was a pastel pool
you and i on our sun-drenched Gauguin day
lay on the sand like shining gold shells.
the breeze blew over us
like music,
warming our humming core
like the hot breath of Aphrodite.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC
on the afternoon of first love
when the air was like Oahu
and the sky was a pastel pool
you and i on our sun-drenched Gauguin day
lay on the sand like shining gold shells.
the breeze blew over us
like music,
warming our humming core
like the hot breath of Aphrodite.
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