sand and shells charm
the navigator as
seascape glistens
splashing waves sparkle
in meandering crooks
of spoil islands
eyes pause on water trails
as darkness looms across
gentle breakers
tall fronds echo
guttural squawks
from sulky heron
vexed by intrusive
forager
trolling with last
radiant rays of evening luster
lure of one last
cast beckons
absorbed angler
soothing sounds
of shifting tides
is the beating
of a woman's
heart to a fisherman
sensations of crusty
spray against his skin
alluring as a sirens caress
but as the days glory
dims to crimson
a seasoned salt begins
drifting his attention homeward
where the beauty of his companion
awaits with the power that haunts
his nightly pleasures
drowning in viscuous pools
of amber honey
the touch of the briny sea
evanesces
into love’s liquid embrace
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