Beach Flowers Love Beach

Flowers, the beach, and love are like fuel for the fire of a poem. The beach and flowers hang like planets over the sky of poetry, Love its very star, all colluding and colliding, going off like astrological bombs to rule the tides of our seas and ourselves. Love is over when the L walks out the door and the r, withered from Flowers, meets Love ‘s end, leaving Flow, which the water of the beach and the poet enact and inhabit, and am extra e & s who have decided to swap places become swingers, and shack up with x who just kind of showed up looking hot. Love words love.