CRUISING
First night at sea,
Your poetry faint in the wash,
Your prose crystal in the spray.
Second night,
A storm in the Bay of Biscay,
Bows plunging, rock music pumping.
Guitars flash and you laugh
As I twirl you in a tipsy dance,
Your hair flying.
Crazy wind, crazy rain,
We slip and slide the wet deck,
Cling together and kiss.
Third night, sunset,
Warm in the golden waves,
Poetry, prose, your shy almond eyes…
Paul Beech
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Copyright © Paul Beech 2012
(Previously published on Linkedin and the author’s own blog, Grandy’s Landing.)
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Jul 29, 2014 @ 14:00:15
Good to read more work by Paul Beech. “Cruising” a poem full of interesting images of the sea and so is full of light and movement and of two people getting to know one and other.
Jul 30, 2014 @ 00:55:48
Hi Maureen – my fantasy romance was written during a fabulous Mediterranean cruise in 2012, between games of table tennis and crazy golf! So glad you like it – thank you.
Paul