BINGE

by Soft Parade   Jun 29, 2012


Seduction upon the session waves
as butterflies surf into caves.
Ordering with euphoric roar
a refreshing splash; spirits soar.

Honeymoon sets keep lining up
speedy dialogue in blurred cup.
Capacitors swell; an aerial grin.
Glances exchanged negate sin.

Induced freedom from reason
gives rise to *Aileen's winter season.
Towed in under deceptive influence.
Dropping in...then out of life's affluence.

Lights out
No last orders

*Aileen's is the name of a Big Wave that surfers from all over the world come to surf.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Mohan

    Excellent written