04 March, 2012

Veracruz, Summer, Love, Guitar

Veracruz attempts to bewitch you
(and me)
with its heat-stroke and marimba-charm.

Summer covers us all with solace
(and sweat)
with its vitamin-glow and arrogance.

Love curls your toes and pulls my hair
(and heartstrings)
with its nuanced dance and careful aim.

Guitar screams to try and seduce me
(and you )
with its metal voice and frenzied soul.

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