In His great slumberous periods
Mighty yawned, wedged in between
Love taking sips, beat ardours
That haze a hummingbird scene
This awaits, shaping comforts
Voluptuous settee.
Set on its coral paws to bear
The dreamt fruits of Deity.
Strolling 'long Bermuda's shoreline,
Waves caressing our toes.
Whence they come and whither they go,
No mortal really knows!
We stroll 'neath the moon's mellow glow,
To a secluded cove.
Though age hath taken its toll, we,
Relive our youthful love!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 29 March 2015 All Rights Reserved
Entry for nette onclaud's "Let Me Feel Your Lines" Contest
No. 2 - Shoreline
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