On Ocean’s Edge

On Ocean’s Edge

I touched her and she touched me
And we were one by the sounding sea.
A midnight mist caressed her hair,
And lips were pressed in holy prayer
Of thanks that we were there
To share such kisses.

Hisses of tide on the jagged stones,
Entering into enchanting unknowns.
Identities sunken in intimacy,
Entities drunken in ecstasy,
Daring that loneliness places on loan,
Hidden horns warn us of dangerous zones;
Beware, beware.

Much welcome tones to such as we,
I, my love and the sounding sea.

(written circa 1965)


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