Chimed in fears & electric shining breaths
& touches & hints of hot-cold beaches,
strawberry fresh lunches & peppermints.
I'll never know that which I am most curious
about; never show what I am loath to doubt,
or own. Some Summer feeling lost in
a wintry evening, longing for the hot-cold
beach bikini-girl that disappeared & hides
in an indescribable storyline, true to all
time's spaghetti travels in the west.
I can still feel the beach & taste the salty sea
& feel the wintry chill of the lost bikini girl.
I still remember me. I can still swim in this
blue sea. And still I remember the breaths
& touches & hints of hot-cold beaches
strawberry-fresh lunches & miss
the bikini-girl peppermints. .
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