Howard Camner, Broad on the Beach (poem)

      She's a trap I can sense it She doesn't move except to turn the pages of a romance I circle her and imagine but that's as far as I'll go because she's dangerous I can feel it Her glance is casual Her beauty is overwhelming And just as I am about to give in her dark glasses slip down the bridge of her nose and she pushes them back up with her tongue

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