by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Beach Bumming!
Remember that day at the beach,
salt-tanged and snow cone-licious
coconut scented and never
too bored to boogie,
I was buried in the sand,
till the fat lady
stepped on my wing-wang,
and you laughed so hard that you
slipped in the surf and sand wedged you bottom good.
lLng slow kisses on
sun warmed towels,
eyes that radiated love
so passionately mine,
shadowing my face
beneath delicate wet curls,
some belly slams and shell dives,
then a long walk down the beach
till we thought we'd never get back,
hand in hand we found a way,
ice cold bites of a Pepsi slurpee
trickling down our parched throats,
as the orange and red curtain fell,
sadness tinged our next glance,
on August 31st, our last
vacation day together, as summers end sat down between us with a sigh.
we are only granted 70
or so summers and they are
the most splendid time of the year.
savor this one and the
one coming next find a girl to kiss
and sweet memories to miss when
you are too old for the beach