acrid eucalyptus in the night before you know it's eucalyptus it means only California
and the palm trees miraculous I must be in a movie
when the ocean draws back in the night and whispers to itself in the in-curl shimmering back across the sand as if it could be so bare and lyrical forever and it is, then hissing forward in clusters of white foam announcing your soul as ssssssssssss an ultimate in understatement and egoless love, ah well I wobble at the knees and giggle saying sssssssssss back dancing in a loose bone shuffle in the heavy sloshy sand, all of me adores you careless endless quintessence of awe you who know how to overdo a good thing so perfectly
finally, here, there is enough
