Hearing waves from a distance and feeling sea breezes brush our faces, it seemed a century before we came to the ocean. So blue and bright to our eyes its rhythm broke chains of unremarkable days. Over cool sand we ran and you picked three perfect shells which fit inside each other. Swimming away in that moving expanse below kiss of fine spray and splashes. With clouds cumulus we drifted while gulls circled the island. Together we discovered beds of morning glories climbing soft dunes SeaScape II Let's dive in ocean hiss swish riding with bluewhales, bluewaves. Brush of foam and windy ripples sunbeams chasing quicksilver fish. Floating through our shining world fragrant clouds, feathery clouds. We weave one arm after another wearing bracelets of salt pearl. July Waters creep over my feet. Should I stand shivering or go swim? Lose my footprint? Off I run, falling over myself, a mug of salty cider. This wave an insecure bed. Seaweed pillow. Carried by moon to an abyss. The floor of my mansion is not tidy. I shall have sponges for lunch. Ride with seahorses perhaps. On the far shore, my lover smiles, kiss of surf. Beach My mind is an ocean where swimmers, surfers, sun worshipers cavort. Long salty hair held between their teeth. Flourishing wild flowered gowns …streams of silk waves of taffeta splashy lace. They sail through my watery face combing my eyes whispering in my ears. Alone, under a pointillist sky. Gulls flying around me. Black waters touched by moon of vague prophecy.
