Persephone castles her thoughts

then turns to him:

To his back,

then to the sea.

Her ankles and knees touching.

Her toes in warm sand. 

She names the constellations:

''Taurus...Orion...Mensa...Microscopium...'''

she sighs

and brushes sand from her knees.

Looking again at his outline.

''Shall we go back?''

his voice like the surf

in the dark.

He leans over her,

his chest sanded.

She finger-tip's her resistance

into his sternum 

and, explaining, tells him that,

''There is no constellation

beginning with Y.''

He smiles and wonders

how she can keep her face so still-

while opening her legs.

 

Persephone asks of herself:

''If you could snap 

time and distance,

break them apart,

hold them fast...

'babe go slow, deep oh, yes babe''

and coil about them

plans and 

promises and shared wants...

'just say it once'

then that would be a future.''

 

words and foto T Carroll