La Luna…August moon, drapes a creamed canopy over the small of one’s back. Tan lines shiver as heated hands creamed in aloe, gently soften seared skin, cooling sun’s promise and warming moonbeam’s silver lance.
Sanded afternoons…yellow, grainy with lemony kisses…melt away emotion’s last defense…drops in a sloshing tide, dissolves amidst a swirl of crushed shells, stone and yesterday’s bruised memories.
Benvenuti La Luna Bella…
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