Grovel Poem by Stan Petrovich

There, on the beach,
I grovel to the tune of the universe;
Night is just a cluster of woe,
'No more sailing' for me;
I want you in my arms
On the nightbeach,
Out of the city's reach
Out of the tune of men
The contraptions of metal and mental,
As we wait & wait for the tide
To carry us back to the infinitely deemed
Shores of pure love;
Over there where the rocks choke up the flow
And spray deliciciously curved waves
I want nothing more than to stroke your wet hair
And to beach my heartache forevermore.