Charlotte

You stroll off the meter, but you don't see me, dressed for the theatre, apply polish to fingers, at the Salon du Te,', ignore a flic whisper, discuss places to meet, sip Darjeeling, turn high on your heels, guaranteed to linger, your blonde hair conceals, an invisible surrender, all of those parties, you give by the sea, hides desperate catharsis, do waves rise in rhythm, at your command and greet, your once coveted rayon, down our street.

Bree

The weekend sings, when everyone can hear me, on my silent wings, stars pour thru my bones, can everybody see, my songs all of home, the yellow light of Spring, brings my fresh dreams, they sure make me feel, sometimes when I groan, mind shallow as Disney, the beach is stony hollow, but now to better things, I sail upon the sea, hot sun on my jeans, I rein my bitter tones, look forward to be happy, embrace summer flings, am a girl that's funny.

Angel

You laugh like you rule, but it’s not the heat, deserts don’t trust fools, you can’t explain, why oases lose their sheen, that you should bother again, you’d say that these mules, forever miss their beat, looking at hopeless ruins, poverty yellow and grey, doesn't come with sun screen, you're protected anyway, you are like all of us , when brown and seventeen, sweet and bitter as almonds, instead you conjure a train, turn your head serene , look away from our gaze, smell the salt sea.

Yaretzi

Am pretty sure where to go, a sail around your knees, a tattered sheepdog show, birds cling to the cranes, passion doesn't need me, it never comes on holiday, your lover sings her woes, she makes me feel uneasy, I’m not the best you know, try to keep you sane, when orange lights the sea, all your furies contained, count the cost of war, a sense of honest liberty, it's best not to caw, sad but truly said, you'd never fight for me, luck never comes in spades set our spirits free .

Xena

Was it worth that night alone, a lighthouse shading beach, sardines boats on their own, at the quayside mornihg café’, I smell rain and sea, warm against the beams, will you view the foam , I call for more tea, my eyes fill with stone, I'd like to dance and dream, but my opacity, spins me like spinning, i press myself to the bone, above my pressed dungarees, if I saw you coming home, what we should really see, always within gentle reach, inside a starlit breesze is to remain happy?

Ginny

All this constant preach, that decries our deeds, raises a sucker leach, it hangs like a skeleton, with lip sticky greed, letters are forgotten, standing by the beach, you say all will be, love’s far out of reach, not particularly elegant, our guilty solidarity, have to dance delicate, see a pocket that leaks, lies open at your feet, reminds me of your means, what manifest delicious, waltzes to earthly needs, on sandy near distance, salty tears run free.

Ully

Dancers are ill at ease, with spiritual gain, upsets their body release, with boys, girls and women, I feel their curious gaze, am sweating like an oven, Our Lady holds the beam, on cold lit Sundays, hard to shape the dream, my life feels all worn, lost within youthful days, the ballerina's I adore, will let myself seem, so cheery in my praise, their great attempts to be, on trips along the shore , I won't wear grey, is it shame to want more, what love forever stays ?