From Gypsy Beach we’d swim across the lake
Then back toward the park, the grassy field
When I return to Syracuse I’ll make
a pilgrimage to where we once concealed
our bodies in the darkness, on the grass
near Gypsy Beach, my appetite became
the hunger for a handful of your ass!
We watched the moon and stars; we felt no shame
The parking lot was empty, but one car
turned off the road, for what? His lights were on
We held each other still. My god, you are
the place I’d love to hide all night ’til dawn
At Gypsy Beach our wetsuits kept us warm
but only when we swam; that was the norm.