Bora born
Seafolly _
Across the road she hangs out, stranded on a beach
photoshoped in a flip sided reflection.
Foam spray percolates across her body image.
Bleached tousled hair cascades in curls about her shoulders.
Night after night she stands there looking out through those
silver disc shades motionless, eyes wide shut blinkered.
The centerfold blood crimson red, yet her lips still
they beckon, come inside to see the best of me.
- O -
© 18th sept 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
photoshoped in a flip sided reflection.
Foam spray percolates across her body image.
Bleached tousled hair cascades in curls about her shoulders.
Night after night she stands there looking out through those
silver disc shades motionless, eyes wide shut blinkered.
The centerfold blood crimson red, yet her lips still
they beckon, come inside to see the best of me.
- O -
© 18th sept 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
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Seafolly _
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