Thursday, December 17, 2009
Caribbean Honeymoon
We are sailing into the Bermuda Triangle of love.
My ripped T-shirt billowing over our raft.
The days are piling up like cups on the bench.
At night the moon radiates its Turin Shroud on the dark.
We negotiate our daily Cuban Missile Crisis.
We are two fish caught in the net of sheets.
// posted by George Manka @ 2:03 AM 
