THAT NIGHT, ON THE BEACH
There on the beach; cupped in a bowl of sand, fringed about with spikened grasses we lay, my love and I. In the deepest womb of night; in the glowing, aureate light. That night, on the beach. Beneath the blanket on which I lay, day warm sand. Soft round grains of lover’s whispers, lovers sighs: gay cubes of children’s laughter; spiky crystals of lover’s quarrels. That night, on the beach. She lay, my love, an alabaster form; a Crusader’s lady on her tomb, in her slumber. In our magic place: on... Sign in to see full entry.