And yet,
as I daydream back,
the night beach sand
was white and cold
but the sky was black,
and its darkness ripe
like a joke half-told
all the way down to the sand
so bright
lo, as we walked
we with care felt through
the thickness of the night
Then the air smelt fresh
and salt
and fish lay dried
'midst the seaweed and the flies
gestalt
we drifted,
sensually
hand-in-hand
barefoot in that sand
(remember the palm fronds,
large fans?)
I remember you,
one in each hand...
You did that dance,
you harem girl,
with brazen looks
with spin and twirl
and just one time
you paused
and blushed
(afraid you'd done too much?)