That Afternoon
we strung out our nets
You looked at me through Bardot eyes
and climbed on the rocks
The sea lapping at our feet
as we slid into the water
Bubbles bounced upward
as we sank doomed without knowledge
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry
That Afternoon
we strung out our nets
You looked at me through Bardot eyes
and climbed on the rocks
The sea lapping at our feet
as we slid into the water
Bubbles bounced upward
as we sank doomed without knowledge