The following is a duet with Steve Thompson, who was kind enough to team up with me this evening to write a poem.
I’m humbled that he agreed, and this is what we came up with 🙂
On mosely sholes they used to walk and tread the golden warming sands
her golden shoes danced in the moonlight as her eyes showed him where to walk
leaving prints they though could not be washed away by time or tide
her hands conducted him to feel like he’d known her always-
under the moonlight where strangers became lovers.
Secrets were ebbing and flowing in the waves
anticipating the drift of two bodies embracing.
He cupped her gently and so firm
beneath the waning moon she trembled
his memories of her danced in his heart and he held her sweetness close
in a kiss she found his soul, and surrendered
but her eyes were full of passion and he could not relent
the crashing waves around them crescendo, torment
yet the calming in his arms chased away her fears, replaced with subtle touch that caused sweet release
crumpling in the half-light on damp warm golden sand, his lips sweet and tender, she lost her mind
and the morning dew sprayed over their hearts cold yet invigoratingly wonderful as she withdrew, exhausted…as in a feast
As she left by dawn’s weak light, a smile. Knowing, that things would never be the same again…
She wet his lips like never before enjoining him to the wind so he could never return again.