Beach Sunrise by Gail Johnson
In shades of blue
In myriad visions
In a quiet moment at your side
… and only you can bring me back.
… and awaken with you
In the liquid glow of rising day,
… and realize together
The incandescent light of morn,
The flesh of you
While the heavens unfold,
… only this moment
Its core transmuting us to gold.
… that when you lie down beside me
Upon a bed of newly compacted sand
Formed of ancient, primitive sediment
While your blood purls along my veins
And I stumble between your legs,
… that when your face is close to mine
And you catch my breath in yours,
My vacillating hands finally know
How they must curve…
… and what they must hold.
Shall we conceal our desire with fig leaves?
But why should we?
It is only when we are naked
That we are immortal.
Our sky is inlaid with the gems of
And we are burnished and consumed
But finally complete.
And when the day begins to blush our names
And the stars to rise from the sea
… for years
Inside the alchemy of the blossoming dusk,
And on a new day that remembers who we are…
… to not awaken with barren arms
But with fertile fistfuls of delight
And with hearts of molten gold.
* * * I have been dreaming of the sea, lately. Oh, how I’ve been dreaming! But there is no need to dream, anymore. The sea has called me… with promises of being both warm and cool… and the sun has sworn not to hide… and the sand has invited me to play…. And so I go…. My bags are packed… I have one foot out the door… and the other following closely behind…. I will be gone for a few… but I will be back… with fistfuls of dreams to share… and a heart of molten gold. Take care, dear friends.