Soft, White Dunes

I remember getting
bluesy-blue with you
against the soft, white dunes

We laid our bodies down
beneath the pulse of heat lightening
as shooting starts streaked across the sky

salt water mouths kissed 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 the soft white dunes

Before leaving,
we bathed beneath the waves,
as the sea whispered in soft intervals;
a language understood only by lovers
lying naked on soft, white dunes