Beyond shaky spectres
Fiendish foe
and a pother
of cagey breath,
We got to the ocean
And there were no shoes then...No teetering piked heels
or lacquered coarse casings...
Because we took them off
And the carpet was all sandy oatmeal,
all lush and snug and sunny
like you are.
That ocean today
Was the best we'd seen -
Ribboned blue and green
How can one colour be so many
I asked?
And that a sign of the life there.
The magnificent turquoise talisman sea
was wearing her skirt
upon skirt -
Navy under deep sapphire under turquoise and white....
dancing in time to
the shape of rolling dunes
dressed in beloved linen chemises
and fierce grasses
And we felt better for it too
For the parity of the wild and the mild
in love.
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