On a cloudy morning on the beach,
the sound of the waves and the salt air
serve as indelicate reminders
of the main attraction.
And when she, in congress with the winds,
steals a glance of my sallow frame,
I arch my back and raise my chin,
as meeting the lips of a lover.
Departing in short order,
a smile dances across my face.
I will meet my benefactor again
as the gods will.
