standing on these shores
you know we've been here before
but never on this path
on this path are new sights.
great hills of sand with brush that mixes green, straw , and rosehips.
we touch as we walk
we see an empty shack made of wood
with nothing for miles but sand, ocean and stillness.
we find ourselves on the roof
we are naked
Blue sky looks down and assures us that we are alone.
This abandoned shack will play host to
our discovery of private beach bliss
and moreso to love.
I pick a flower for you and you give me a rock.
I sing to you while you lay in my lap.
your hair, like golden fleece, tickles my body.
You sleep in the sun making your winter-whitened skin honey colored and bright.
I stroke your head softly and know we are
a part of this perfect moment.
Sometimes it takes a visitor from afar to make one see the beauty of what is local.. I hope you enjoyed your visit.
Posted by: Kenny Champagne | August 19, 2004 at 07:24 PM