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,
<O>
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
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