at jetty’s end the ocean’s crash!
in the spray they cling
to each other.
she pushes him away,
says catch me--if you can!
races him and the sudden rain
down the jetty, laughing all the way,
until he sweeps her off her feet
at the grass hut.
she resists his embrace
and, still laughing, sprawls
on the mat inside the hut.
the price to enter, she says,
is a pretty poem.
he starts, roses are red--
no! I want to hear the surf.
he sings:
midsummer squall,
the ocean slaps the shore
one wave at a time.
she springs from the hut
leaps into the shallow surf,
her dark hair tangled in seaweed.
from the tangles he plucks
a tiny multicolored shell,
puts it to her ear.
oh, a man’s voice!
anyone I know?
she laughs. I'll never tell.
the sun reappears.
hand in hand they follow
their shadows along the beach
to an abandoned bandstand,
listen to music of the sea.
whose voice did you hear?
yours, silly.
he leads her to the hut.
may I enter?
yes…
they
ride
the
rise
and
fall
of
the
sea.
a gull’s cry!
through brandy snifters,
they watch the sunset,
a silent toast.
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Blessings and Love - Micke
the anticipationof breaking, like those waves. .. .
as if sandcastles were feminine, you build her up and watch her dissolve as your underneath. . ..
crushing.crashing...
> <ness
Newfie Hugs, Rose
An elegant romp with all the right ingredients of flirt, tease, and suspenseful promise; on another level, and intertwined, the foreplay of romance leading to an act of sexual love culminating in a gull's cry (excellent that) and the post-coital brandy and sunset where nothing need be said. I love it!
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Myrna
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
It feels so real! Well done.
Axilea