at the beach house I adore
you and I on the portico
listening to the music drone
under the Crescent's lunar light
a million stars shining oh so bright
talking, laughing and kicking back
a song plays and we begin our dance
you are holding me so close
by the sea and its repose
an urgent kiss that's long and deep
and it stirs me in my sleep
dreams are that--only dreams
made up of hopes and old feelings
they come to me when I'm asleep
thoughts of you that still lay deep
and our love not meant to be
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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