nude beach: june l, 1996
bronze shadows spawn choruses of curved form
as wind-whisped tresses eddy gleams of gold
haloing around your madonna face
i am stirred to rapt desire
this sun-imbued afternoon
by you sleeping serene
lean and shapely still
just as i was that glorious late Fall of '79
when in profusions of mountain color
our spirits renewed themselves
through our eager bodies'
slow-melting merger
Summer, 1996
Fire Island, NY
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