i feel cricket arms
scratching my chest
i guess she did bit
a sting that trickle
to my wondering mind
itching to a grind
close by ticking strings
singing my agony; pales
footsteps wakes senses
am beneath a palm tree
spilled glass of wine
on my side, still wet
i did realized sleep
taken over me sometime
sun kissing my behind
waves softly rolling
edging shore bubbles
i sit to admire sails
waving; i alive today
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