By star69
Date: 16 June 1999

(the end)

the summer sun
peels off my skin
i think of your hands
rubbing on sunscreen - 
i guess you didn't do a very good job
beachbumming around 
delirious from sand and saltwater
they cling to my skin in 
modern art formations 
we walk along the beach
cliche 
with our fingers interlocked
and looks of lusty passion on our faces
the sun begins to set 
i wonder if this is the end 
or if it's still just 
over the horizon

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