Alone on the Beach with Dylan in a Playful Mood

Shall I compare thee to a summer peach?

Thou art as fuzzy but more succulent

I whisper prayers to your sun-warmed flesh,

my head in worship of your ripeness bent.

You laugh at me from underneath your blue-brimmed hat

That pearly laugh which I adore

That makes my heart grow wings and fly,

confounding seagulls in the azure February sky.

My stomach somersaults on summer’s salty rim

while lips meet lips and skin caresses moon-kissed skin.

The world, unlike myself, cannot intrude beneath this blue-brimmed hat,

and for that, I love you even more.