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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required High noon sun would soon turn Her petite, ruddy face into one freckle She rubbed the juice from a fresh lime Across her brow so the bangs might bleach The white sand brushed the strand and aquamarine surf that cut a split on the Caye reflected mint green off the lens of her Wayfarers Almost lathered in coconut oil Her cutis emitted the scent of sandalwood And warm mackeroons Her smile hinted of a sweet, pitted apricot Its puckered core with eyes closed Waiting for that first kiss That would never come I met her in the morning last week On the corner of happy and chirpy The day she tossed her cookies in the street And swore off cashew wine and meat pie Her tummy hadn’t been the same since; The because of a picnic basket brimming With plain yogurt and sourdough sticky buns “Look at that phosphorescent fish” she exclaimed Spurting seawater that had backed up in the snorkel tube into my eyes, her mask catawampus across her cheeks “I think you mean fluorescent” retorted I “it is all the same” she beamed And smacked her face back into the water I couldn’t help but chuckle And dove down so she would not notice Shadows off the palm leaves told me It was time to head back to the water taxi With what remained of her chartreuse Lipstick, she now resembled a fried crustacean It made me hungry and I longed for croutons She either talked or sang something like A muzzled version of Del Shannon’s “Down in the Boondocks” The entire trip When we docked her now blond locks Sheared her rostrum and her White teeth winked at me Oh my …. Shall I say goodbye?
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