god gave me my perfect day;
the one I had dreamt for years.
route 128 north, a sports car, and
a women for whom I cared.
sclafanis deli, and stage fort park.

half moon beach, not a cloud around.
ninety degrees, and a view of a harbor town.
she’s got dusty freckles, and knows that
I can’t be tickled around the hips.
but its just sun lotion she lathers on my back,
lightly and for fifteen seconds.

we sun bathe and wade in the cool
atalantic not- so- warm june water.
then wind down on two separate blankets
giggling at eachother and laughing
at a perfect father who builds
a sand castle with his two year old daughter
who doesn’t give a **** if it gets washed away
in quick tidal water.

we snooze and awake then talk about
the tattoos she wants to save, of a platypus,
for some fortunate man to discover.
I know it’s there, but now cant seem to prove it.
and in the afternoon she gets distant over coffee,
rushed and in a bit of a hurry,
I take it personally, but pretend its not a worry.
but it hurts so much I cant pretend
we cant…
just be friends.
Quote by ottoavist

i suppose there's a chance
i'm just a litte too shallow to consider
that maybe i've been a little more eager
each day to wake up and take a shower
brush my teeth and smile for the mirror
I like it. Really didn't see the end coming, but it's a twist I can relate to.

Good work.
I really liked this sir.

"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching