blue lagoon

let’s go swimming in a blue lagoon…
wouldn’t that be a dream to you?
lowring ourselves in the milky blue,
let lick our thighs and soothe our wounds…

an hour’s hide just ours to share,
the rock-cragged walls to guard us there;
we’d dip as two into the pool,
walk one step forth, the water cool…

the sand so soft beneath our toes,
the squishing down like marshmallows -
What sweet and fluffy solitude!
to what we’d owe this great prelude…

let’s hold hands and walk straight through,
the ripples coming off in hues -
in whites and greens and teals too -
congealing, swirling magic glue.

we’d never leave the blue lagoon.
until our mouths cried “Drink!” or “Food!”
our hearts they cried for something new,
our minds they dreamed of deserts too.

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