Still, Afloat
 
Entries must not exceed eight {8}  lines.
Eight hundred {800?} later of hems
and haws,  I moon by a waterfall
of words that tumble to a stream
of more and more.  Rainbows arc
as sun kisses spray.  Closing my eyes,
I dive.  Come to to the tune of :
One{1} Swim naked.  Two{2} Pray.

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           Hot Velvet Sand
 
Isn't always the big fish
Turns out to have the best flesh,
Or the sweetest.
I see a couple on a Carolina beach
Wide and smooth and hot,
Surf-fishing for spot
That when caught elicit hugs.
Breeze downright sensual.

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            Go Back to Act One                
 
Losing You to Time-sneaked Disease,
Accept only your smile.  When you
Can smile.  Pat, when you can pat.  
Blue eyes remember me.  At times.
They do!    Mine remember You,
Tasting.  Your taste, your uncool Yes.
Men can aggravate.  Aggravate me,
Please?  Be You and I'll be Me.

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      (c) Phyllis Jean Green,  30 June 2008