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photography by parrot head
The whole beach exhaled coconuts.
He realized later it was her tanning lotion,
after she let him get close enough.
When they weren’t swimming
they dangled their sun-ripened legs
over the pier, counted her
freckles, admired his muscles
and wondered if love would survive
the blitz of September, when sexy
swimwear surrendered to cashmere.
It didn’t... but he still gets a taste
for coconuts on a sweaty day late June.
By Lisa Lindsey
© 2012 Lisa Lindsey
(All rights reserved)