Musings by The Poet Loriet
Caught In Quickie-Sand
It's as easy to drown in a stranger's arms
as it is to drown in a sea of lost hope.
She gets caught in his under-toe seductions
before she has a chance to recover her land legs.
He anchors her romantic ideals
of an ocean get-away
to his private island paradise.
What she fails to anticipate
as she breezes through the itinerary
is the idea that after the
initial fireworks display
she'll be marooned with
a skeleton crew of one
and her ice-cold heart,
an un-retrievable ghost ship
that just keeps on sinking.
Lori Beal
as it is to drown in a sea of lost hope.
She gets caught in his under-toe seductions
before she has a chance to recover her land legs.
He anchors her romantic ideals
of an ocean get-away
to his private island paradise.
What she fails to anticipate
as she breezes through the itinerary
is the idea that after the
initial fireworks display
she'll be marooned with
a skeleton crew of one
and her ice-cold heart,
an un-retrievable ghost ship
that just keeps on sinking.
Lori Beal
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Caught In Quickie-Sand
Caught In Quickie-Sand
