Flying Bananas
Flying Bananas
A cup full of rum,
A windy day
A deal undone,
Then comes a lover
Without any undies,
Praying the week
Was all Sundays,
A girl in shadows
Haunting me,
Is it only a dream
I’m stuck in the sea,
Ceilings high
Black as night,
Full of patches
Filled with light,
Bananas in hiding
Shadows near nude,
Brushing her hair
Come don’t be rude.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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Photograph By Adolfo Valente ©