Soft White Dunes


I remember getting
bluesy-blue with you
against soft white dunes
We laid our bodies backflat
beneath the pulse of heat lightning
as silver jewels danced across the sky
salt water mouths nipped our heels
with the rise of high-tide
and we kissed
                        and kissed
                                           and kissed
Until the red-wine hue of dawn
greeted us with love songs
of gulls, circling soft white dunes
Before leaving,
we bathed on cool, green waves 
as the sea whispered in slow intervals,
a language understood only by lovers
lying naked on soft white dunes

copyright 2002, Frank Messina

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