Drinking citrus vodka Not rum Rum is dangerous Rum is hot moonlit nights Rum runners on that Lauderdale beach the moon dancing in midnight surf sweet sugar on softly sunburned lips and my heart in your rakehell eyes And the broken fear When I found the box... so many polaroids, collections of women All of our fresh love I thought was mine, and promised,
shattered,
turned, sour and poisoned... Left with beach sand on the thin rug
sunbeams suddenly pale, and drained,
new scars too deep
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