Drinking Red Wine On The Beach This Night Poem by Tony Walton

I swill from the bottle of wine and
with quiet eyes watch the waves soften
before me. It is that
serene hour, after the stars have
packed up those clouds - damn! - such a
delving day - exhaling me with
an exhaustive sigh, but now the

red burn sun bows out to the moon sitting high
with a conspiratorial chaulky smile.
It lends me it's soft glow onto

waves dancing gently with their salty kisses and
foamy gentle thrusts
into this beach
kissing and pulling away,
kissing and pulling away. It's all so familiar-
nature.

My soul is pillowed and content on this night
spread out just for me
and
her - and we
lay back onto the sand
together.