Barefoot night beach walk, the cold foam,
My jacket caped over your trembling shoulders.
The ocean bubbled our ankles as we digested
Dinner: shrimp, champagne, and strawberry tart.
How dark it was except for that globe of chilled
Lucent gas including us on our stroll:
It phosphoresced the salty froth, effervesced your skin,
And giddied us with the laughter of spirited crustaceans.
When I leaned over and netted your hair
And robbed a kiss, you fished from the sea a lobster
And sprinkled upon it fresh winter berries.
We sat in the sand and watched the decapod return
To water scented with earth from another continent,
And red sprites appeared over waves, and danced.
From the book “The Timbre of Sand” by Stephen Page
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Stephen Page (eudaimonia)
So much I like about this……lovely. Romantic
Thank you.