Colin Coplin

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Tides and Foam


Caught forever young
Beneath a hot thawing sun
With a button undone

Immortalized by time
No wrinkles, no lines
She waits for me there
At the top of the stairs
With a smile that she shares

She reaches out to greet me with a love that’s understood
Never a day goes past when I don’t hear her laugh, as only she could

Tides and foam, tides and foam

Fragile and elegantly poised
In a photograph
Dressed in clothes of the past

Mysterious, obsessed
Times only true test
Her soft raven hair
Blown by the breeze
Pleases and teases

Men Like Napoleon they want you
Men like me only love to see you smile
Mona Lisa smile, wisdom’s smile

She reaches out to greet me with a love that’s understood
Never a day goes past when I don’t hear her laugh, as only she could

Tides and foam, tides and foam

She remembers the time she spent on the sand with a man
How he held her and kissed her and touched her, ‘til the tides came in

I’m brought back in time
Bathed in sunshine
To rhythms and rhymes

As I gaze at her form
I am aroused
No one’s around

Tides and foam
Tides and foam
Tides and foam

Copyright Colin Coplin 1998

Submitted: Friday, March 25, 2011

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