Private Beach
It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind
There
But I’ve got a bucket
Full of private
Sand
That I’m willing to
Share
I’ll offer it freely
By the cup
Private sand
From a private
Man
Composed of blistered
Dreams
Lots of
Bad luck
And I wouldn’t think
Of charging
For my private
Dust
As long as you love
Me
As long as you
Trust
That a day will come
When my sand becomes
More
Than a bucket of
Prayers
A bucket of
Horror
Look out toward the sea
My love
The waves foam in mad
Design
Look into my eyes
My twin
And know you are
Mine
Just a man
A bucket
And some
Private sand
A man
And his
Bucket
Full of
Crazy plans
It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind
There
But I’ve got an ocean
Of private
Love
That I’m willing to
Share
Run across the beach
Let me wrestle you to the ground
Kiss you forever
Thank God
For what I’ve found
A lover
Willing to share
Believe in her
Man
In
My bucket
My single
Bucket
Of
Private
Sand
Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2012
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