She lies amidst the glaring light--
blue-contoured on white sand.
And everywhere within her site
there is a dazzled man.
In alabastered ivory
she seems a goddess sent
to bless our visions tenderly
until our vision is spent.
The sands themselves are satisfied,
satiated by her form.
Impatient is the surging tide
this hot hellacious morn.
The clouds dip down as they pass by.
The horizon roils astir.
Libidoed is the blazing sky
just because of her.
Her grace in iridescence glows.
Sunglassed is her face.
Poised upon the sand she knows
the power of her grace.
The morning is ablaze today
with sun and sky and glare,
I sit in wonder in the shade
as the goddess reposes there.
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