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.