Crazed

by N J Thornton   Oct 2, 2008


He made her want to
dance with mythical creatures
somewhere above the
North Caribbean coastline.

She cupped his craze tightly
between her pursed lips
in case it skimmed the
warm sand underfoot
and began to head for the sea.

"Stay with me sweetheart,
be my epic novel."

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