Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Friday, March 21, 2014
Lost On Ibiza
We found our dream beach
swimming naked in the sea late
afternoon among the chosen of
Spain as sun blazed August heat
balanced the cold salt waves
we were deliriously happy
you and I for hours
until the sun dimmed into
cirrus on the horizon beyond
the horizontal nudes strewn along
the sand
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