Sadly Sand




Belly girl give me a whirl along the boardwalk

and then let us talk

about the sun


Cajun lady make me crazy in the moonlight

and then let us walk

together as one


Maybe baby it will seem lazy in our eyes

and then we’ll just rock

in primeval fun


Salsa sister lay down a blistering track

and then on the dock

emphatic endorphins run


Sun – Fun – One – Run


No more rum just cold buns

that warm

 beneath my hands

and lighten up the fans

sweating in torrid silence

under a frigid arctic wind


We need more sand



Copyright r.b.franklin 22/03/08



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