ePlaya

Posted: **Wed May 04, 2005 1:59 pm**

Wherefore art thou Lemon Bliss?
thou image has launched a thou ships,
but still no hevenly sight of U ?
must this heart now bid adieu ?
just a faded memory of body painted neck to toe
across from the Greeters' Camp of yore
When from banishment at BRC u fall
do endeavor to give Cooch a call

Posted: **Sat May 07, 2005 12:29 am**

i am not this lemon of which you speak
but your words have lifted the highest peak
i did not attend a burn of the past
but we have great plans to meet last
i hope you find this lemon you desire
before 05 man succumbs to fire

Posted: **Sat May 14, 2005 8:28 pm**

huzzah = poetry off the playa is alive & well
yet the desires to reconnect don't cease to swell
Lemon Bliss, fair, your aching silence falls,
while hark! the voice of another's sweet nectar calls
the Cooch

ePlaya

Lemon Bliss ? where art thou L.B. ?

Lemon Bliss ? where art thou L.B. ?

perhaps

Poetry - Ovid's yearniing