Fantasy On a Deserted Beach
lonely listless beach chair
why do you not find me?
daughter done
for more and then some
lay me on your back
recline me and remember
I succumb to your fallacies
I am the arch of the back
blue canvas cradles my butt
only to push and push
against
that which pounds me there
slink and slide up and down my body
telling me all passionate truths
breaths taken inside the salty air
I stare
into the thing that I want the most
Just to be your host
Copyright © Amy Kovalcik | Year Posted 2008
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