No Favorite Flavors

Far too many flavors to savor

but I’s can’st decides what-I-likes

and beauty comes again, and again

as sure as I prefer air over water

sifting time playing in someone else’s sandcastles

and rubbing raw those could have beens

like a beachcomber nibbling the morning mist at her napeshore

and then the moments that you know are only moments even when they are coming(shivering zeal,) here (framing eternity between blinks,) and gone (looking for lost sunsets) never again,

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Just to make this perfectly clear—I prefer women over girls.

sadly, all these lovely ladies...

will only leave me…

breathless.

shapes and sizes varied,

some single & some married,

like a greedy forty-niner

I treasured my time tugging at her gold-plated braids

like a wild-man inhabiting the woods

got lost deepest in her smoking-forest curls

mmm—they’re made—so marvelously

as if handcrafted, frosted and freckled

like a driftwooder’s impressions—when the tide threatens back

gently blurred under the forgotten feathers of her ginger-waves

caught in the crossfire of two pouting pigtails

 Taking cover, like a bed-wetter’s dreams come true