Tidal waves of crimson flesh
pounding onto the beaches of
caramel scented love wishing
I was under the influence of
kinder hearts and souls
all the while
pale fruit is ripe for the picking.
Teeth and lips flashing and dancing to the beat of the moons drums
casting a shadow that speeds the breath and slows the mind.
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Zombie surfers invading a small island? Maybe not. But enjoyed it greatly. lively images.
Interesting interpretation. Thanks for the kudos!