Lemon Bliss ? where art thou L.B. ?

[cooch]

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

[ais4ali]

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

[cooch]

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