White Crest Beach


Grains of sand tangle our hair
as the ocean advances
up the beach behind our backs
and water invades the inlets

between our toes. I roll over
and you kiss the salt
off my lips, your head looming above

eclipses the sun; your blond hair
shades my face. I see your mouth curl:
pearl necklace on display.

When you pull away, shafts of light
shutter my eyes and my skin
offers the annual cellular sacrifice:
small price for this bliss.

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