Maelstrom
by Tommy Burns


Lost in sensual thought,
waves upon waves,
crashing at the cave,
frothy foam caught,
in silky golden strands,
fragrance bitter sweet,
as saline sea,
that swirling vortex.

"Nonsense" says she,
gazing at the cave,
swollen by rising tide,
flooding with passion,
"he's just an old sailor!"
he navigates well,
her passions of hell,
the maelstrom wet and wild.

"My old sailor,
my mouth more than words,
the mystery of my cave,
the pleasures of my cove,
my three docks,
your vessel finds home,
your only real estate?
My seasoned seaman."
About Tommy Burns
Born in Malibu CA, Tommy Burns studied mostly the classic, Shakespeare,
Browning, Blake, Austen, Eliot, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, etc and then there is
Emma Watson  :)

He attended USC, UCLA, Boston College, University of Washington, Brown
University, Western Washington University.  Tommy loves the French; he's spent
as much time possible in Nice, France

Currently, he spends most of my time now between Malibu and Bellingham, WA


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