dah writes

The Balance Between

At the margin along fog and sea
the line is like a photoengraving
only here it blends with gray
She asks: Then the gray line is the balance
between life and death
and from this rises heaven?
Suddenly the wind,
a rush of winter. Sand,
the harpoons of space
stinging like nettle
We run for cover
along the narrow paths between coastal sages
A flock of starlings take the sky
only to dive down
to strip the berries
from nearby bushes
Pressed together, a percussive pulse between us
I unbutton her shirt and like a starling
savor her dark berries. Our bodies shift
so her skirt lifts
and my grazing hardness
finds its way between the savage obedience
of her thighs
This is the moisture that steams
into breathlessness
The sand-infested wind whips our skin
the gray line slinks excitedly around us
Oh, heavenly rise!

Love Beach  1 --  Simon Shegelmann

Love Beach 2 --  Simon Shegelmann