| Oceanside III (falling) |
| And I wanted to fall in love |
| with the girl who walked past me |
| on the edge of the gulf |
| in a red vinyl jacket |
| that flew in the wind |
| her legs bare, |
| her wind-blown hair |
| gently caressing her neck |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) |
| Oceanside V (Leann) |
| She’s the goddess on the terrace |
| overlooking the beach. |
| clad in glorious skin |
| and small items of clothing, |
| she’ll grace her recliner |
| in princesslike splendor |
| and looks down at me: |
| her piercing gray eyes |
| (which I’m sure could launch |
| the countless armadas of Sea-Doos |
| behind us, criss-crossing the waves), |
| protected by the darkest of shades, |
| as she watches me wallow in sand. |
| So I look up at her with my most earnest eyes, |
| and daringly flash her a smile, |
| and she’ll turn and just look on away. |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) |
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| Oceanside VII (Vanessa) |
| She’s the soft sultry kitten, |
| romping at play on the beach; |
| braces-smile, |
| she’s dazzling devastation -- |
| her long auburn hair |
| (flowing in waves like the surf that she graces) |
| plays hide and seek with a face |
| boys and men won’t forget very soon. |
| Usually seen dressed in black, |
| even if here on the beach |
| it’s not much that she wears, |
| and her choices de-jour of undress |
| will give the old men |
| heart attacks... |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) |
