Sandy Love

Her voice I move from a semi-smart cell, Monotonous play, ad infinitum.... Softly time-tuning before I befell -- To be explained at a mere minimum. Sun-baked lovers in a cool salt ocean. A touching scent of beachy pheromone. The silent stillness of love's devotion. Starry-eyed kisses in the passion zone. The maximum of a too jealous green, Where the undoing of a heart is spun. A challenge to truth by a thing obscene. In the finish, there can be only one.... Her life sets me to optimum default -- For her absence, it is a rude assault.

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 8/8/2016 10:30:00 PM

An exciting evocative piece Tom. Outstanding! ; ) 7

Tom Arnone
Date: 8/8/2016 10:34:00 PM

I'm so happy you enjoyed it, Connie. :-)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/6/2016 8:42:00 PM

I was thinking of Sandy like in the movie Grease, but with the beach reference, I think it was actual sand you are referring to!! That beachy pheromone was stand out!!! Yes, the second stanza was the hot one!!

Tom Arnone
Date: 8/8/2016 9:14:00 AM

You are correct, Andrea. Sand. No double entendre present. :-)

Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 8/6/2016 8:02:00 AM

Wonderful poem, but that 2nd verse is a real standout, from it's sun-baked lovers, to it's passion zone, what a pleasure to read.

Tom Arnone
Date: 8/6/2016 9:18:00 AM

Thanks, Scott. :-)

David Smith

Date: 8/5/2016 12:20:00 AM

l like tone and passion. Modern words but old age feelings. Works well. Glad to see romance being kept alive. Well done Tom. I am doing a reading at local bar on Sunday as part of Jazz and poetry afternoon. Every first Sunday of month. Have a great weekend David in slightly chilly NZ

Tom Arnone
Date: 8/5/2016 12:24:00 AM

Thanks for stopping by, David -- and, good luck (or should I say, break a leg) on your reading.