Sunday, July 11, 2010

Work in Progress



She bitch slapped me
Then she drew me through the undertow.
Spit me out on a beach somewhere
I was dazed and sore
From her embrace
Yet all I could say was "...more..."
Her eyes they are green like the water I've seen
Of the coast of a Florida shore.
And her hair it hangs tangled
Like seaweed


From the poem called Coastal.

by AuthorAnn
(all rights reserved by the author)< I'm not a big fan of that part but I have too.

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