À Jolie
Yes, I did love her body
As now I love her shape
Up the tides that flow
By and down a signal
Precious like shells
From unlit depths
I listen to it right now
Sorrow at the end of beat
Tomorrow streets
Swept of yesterday
No chance to get it back
That beach or that life
Taking her body again
Brown ears behind black hair
On her stomach sleeping
O her ass I remember.
© 2011 Rob Schackne
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