I Dig a French Bikini on Hawaii Island Dolls by a Palm Tree in the Sand

I Dig a French Bikini on Hawaii Island Dolls by a Palm Tree in the Sand

She danced in the penumbra

Her shadow became as iridescent as the leaves of the trees accompanying her

I was intrigued at the spectacle

Once she turned my way

Once she lifted her head

Once she opened her eyes to make contact

I was gobsmacked

I was smitten

I was beholden to her beauty

And she knew it

She never spoke to me

At least verbally

Using her “come hither” appeal

I was unable to resist

I was unable to want such a decision

I left my drink on the table

I left my paperwork to the winds

I might have counter-offered her beck and call

I might have cured world hunger

Such were my odds to endure the inevitable

Every year, we return to that locale

Every year, she displays her growing portfolio of skills

Last year, our child arrived in situ

This year, he arrived in hand

Even at his age, he watched his mother dance

As I always will

Title: Courtesy of the Beach Boys, California Girls