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Janis on the Beach

By sweetbrother

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

The setting sun poured into the sea like pink fire as Janis danced The glittering sea gently rippled as Janis danced I watched from a eucalyptus grove as Janis danced Thick locks of obsidian twirled around her head as Janis danced With the sun behind her, she was only a sinewy silhouette writhing violently across the sand Her eyes teased me then those same eyes boldly beckoned to me as she raised her head, exposing her mysterious face and still, she danced I slowly rose from my hideaway among sturdy trees and moved forward, reaching for her but suddenly, Janis was gone, leaving only delicate footprints in the sand. Written December 9th, 2001 © on Dec 09 2001 06:15 AM PST   10 • 0

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