Sandy Love
Her voice I move from a semi-smart cell,
Monotonous play, ad infinitum....
Softly time-tuning before I befell --
To be explained at a mere minimum.
Sun-baked lovers in a cool salt ocean.
A touching scent of beachy pheromone.
The silent stillness of love's devotion.
Starry-eyed kisses in the passion zone.
The maximum of a too jealous green,
Where the undoing of a heart is spun.
A challenge to truth by a thing obscene.
In the finish, there can be only one....
Her life sets me to optimum default --
For her absence, it is a rude assault.
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