playing naughty gone are the day trippers the lords of manhattan the frats and the debutantes the silver hair gents with their bleached over blondes sipping sex at the tiki bar it’s now you and me ‘neath the scarlet soliloquy and i swirl in your sands, shed off my skins, your breakaway blues your waves that roll over me naked and free i dive in your sea and we can play naughty again.
tossing my parasol rain on the marquise of monday, the bewilder of blues ringing in with the mood of the morning i twirled twice in your thunderstorm, tossing my parasol, planting my feet on the pipedream of spring.
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame and doll making. She volunteers in animal rescue and knits blankets for shelter pets. She lives by the beach. which provides much of the inspiration for her art..Her work has appeared in Cholla Needles, Beatnick Cowboy, Ariel Chart and other journals.
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