A dream of sand
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown. TS Eliot
Flat sandy beaches of the Viking coast
this, is, our day of atonement.
I laugh at her intense feel for hot air
fat bodies of the non-working class.
A tremor of the blood as you stretch out to kiss the sun.
Will the touch of dawn emerge into sun burnt skin again?
I remember nothing but the screeching of gulls, the perfumed smell of body lotion.
If I wake up beside you I am happy.
in love with the warmth of even a watery world.
A partial eclipse of the sun brings out the gypsy in me,
with imprecations of a deserted dawn.
An intense memory runs through me like electricity.
Nothing comes back just so.
A cool caress marked her intimate swoon into the blood of bone.
we are strangers in a strange land, swallowing our fears, like sea water.
Only the tremors remain, born out of nowhere, insufficient.
One day,a long time ago, a sunny smile lit up this belittled dampness
Now present and future are close,
close your eyes in sea fog,open them again in piercing sun.