(Howell, New Jersey, USA)

The Bahamma Blues

Here comes a tune and I am a dancer...
Alas! I am alone. I have no partner!
The sand and the ocean water wash my feet.
Although the wind is blowing cold my skin releases heat.
For here comes a tall dark man who offers his hand
For a dance I have not begun my inner self is screaming
A warning. not to run, He takes me into his arms.
I feel safe, out of reach of harm. Up above the stars twinkle.
I look up into the strangers' eyes and they kindle.

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