Monday 28 September 2009

east bathhouse

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the ocean breeze

caressed my skin

the warmth of sun fell lovingly across my back

the song of sea sounds

pierced with sea birds crying

the gentle swinging creak

of the sign which read

East Bathhouse

the white warmth of the sand

as fine as powder

found beneath bare feet

time stood still

and i sojourned in nowhere land

my love and i in strange new separation

a distance now, an unbridgeable space

our minds in timeless chaos searched

for answers more appealing




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