Aria Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

The sky is painted with a sanguine heat,
nameless raptures upon the ocean floor.
The voiceless sands lie in passions replete,
swept up in orphic climes forevermore.

I look out over the cobalt blue reach,
breathing the salt-scented aurora air.
Light and shadow scatter along the beach
as tiny scintillations kiss the bare.

Blissful people grasp the drowsy slumber.
Hot flesh is cooled and caressed by the wind.
Slickened bodies repose beyond number,
a mixture of kiwi-coconut blend.

It appears that they lie in pairs and sleep.
Clocks magically stop and time stands still.
A language of love whispers from the deep
and meanders over the windowsill.

Gaze is lost in some oblivious dream,
yielding to the lull of the floating glow.
I love the ardor of the sunlit beam
as broken waves splash and the wind blows low.

This is my love, this quaint azure view.
I dream of sharing all my world with you.