BeachyA Poem by Kole Matheson
Your bikini won't quit
looking at me.
Its smile is intending
to make me jealous,
colorful eyes covering
white globes.
Each corner of its smile:
bow tie spaghetti around your hips,
the smiling rounded chin
streches deeply over
and under
with its tongue
to the garden.
I'm smiling back.
© 2008 Kole Matheson |
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