|Reviewed by Shawn Field
|"Gonna sambo with the sun
Gonna salsa with the moon ..."
Ahh what a great visual!
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|"Moving" verses that read like a song, Dawn. Well done. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Very sensual and thought provoking write.
|Reviewed by Brett Moore
|An aching to truly live coupled with a fear of not getting it all done in one lifetime. Great poem.
|Reviewed by Rusty Daily
|Do the hot, saucy Sambo before it's too late. Sounds like good advice.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Sounds like fun to me!!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Smokin song lyrics as well as a great poem, I can see this being played sweet and low in a smokey Jazz bar. Wonderful Dawn.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
This reads as a song and presents the author, or protagonist, in a light unbecoming a lady. In my eyes woman are not things to be used, they are treasures to be adored.
Of course I could be wrong, this could also be a metaphor a travel agency would use to coerce people to spend time around volcanoes on far-flung islands.
You allusion to the role Pamela Anderson played in Barb Wire was cute.
Keep writing ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg