Bare tanned skin
Warm for the summer
Images enrolled
From times of future past
I could always make the call
Steal away for the afternoon
Lie down, deep in the meadow
Drive out, along the sunlit
Salt-water shoreline
These are after all
The dreams our maker gave us
Saved, for a purpose
From life's dull mediocrity
Freed from post production line
Time to escape the favoured role
Of placebo hunter, and gatherer
Instead time to roam, be lathered
With the scamp and scrambles
Of pre-pubescent love
Omnipresent in the perfume
Of the Jazz cafe; a latte
With muffin on the side
Before we ceremoniously slide
Under the mottled and aromatic sheets
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