Sweet William’s Ocean
By Neila Mezynski
His ocean. Softly, rolling polling, rushing, surging, tapping, lapping. A fine bunch of phrasing there. His insatiable unrelenting orchestrated ocean. Sweet William. His red sequined shoes for dressed to kill and empty feet. He went to the beach to conduct his invincible symphony. A duet for the unconquerable. Sweet William, baton in hand, crystal night, waterproof dreams and an indescribable sweetness.
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Bio: Dancer/choreographer turned painter/writer, Neila Mezynski has fiction published and forthcoming on Snow Monkey, Word Riot, Kill Author, Dogzplot, Scrambler, Weirdyear, Mud Luscious among several others.
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