Her eyes were bright, flecks of yellow.
She smoked cigarettes, as she hated cigars.
She maintained a comfortable existence,
but she prevailed that summer.
A marvel of construction.
The mounting color on her round cheeks.
Sleepless nights, consuming flames.
But there wasn’t a reason to submit.
That water was delicious.
She rested her eyes upon the sea,
gazing upon intruding lovers.
A lady in black, lurking close behind.
Her little neck was bare.
Her awkward, childish bow.
The strike of the piano sent a shiver through her soul.
She was ill and desired rest.
The mosquitos bit her firm,
but the stinging was numbed by her fear.
The sea’s voice was seductive.
Enfolding her body in a cold, close embrace.
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