By Gala
Date: 7 August 2000
Blues To Bliss
Waves crashing on a shore without pity----
the eye of the storm
heart in tatters
soul akimbo---
whoosh.
Clouds part
and that first kiss of sunlight
warms you in an instant.
Your skin glows
you smile to yourself
and suddenly it's all good again.
The tiny part of you
that wonders aloud
if this is all real
is beaten down
by the bronzed surfer chick
heading for the water's edge at top speed
shouting
"Surf's up, Big Kahuna!
Let's ride the curl!"
Blues to Bliss...
oh---pass me the sexwax please........
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