4 May 2014


Sango Bay
Take a picture of this
We were holding hands
We had heavy heads
And happy hearts
We were stoned
In the regular variety
We rushed to the shore
The sea lapped at our feet
The wind tugged at our hair
We were immortal then
We were cleansed
Spotless as in infancy
The world had yet to find us
To bind us to convention
And condemn us - all three
For the  love we shared

1 comment:

  1. Praveen Parasar5 May 2014 at 11:32

    'Spotless as in infancy' a really good piece john....