Toes wiggle in the wavy sands sloshing summer moon surf
The male head turns smiling to cicadas’ wall of sound
Old sailor eyes swung by gravity pitched an easy glimpse
Down the beach to a female profile of clear fair skin bare
This form a full ancient goddess unstained by ink tours
Mesmerized man’s stomach roiling in puzzle pieces
Questions churning like a lottery barrel for a win
That primary number’s answer to what lay behind
Her boulevard history family trees and vestal nights
Intrigue in roots of happenstance fortunes at blue tides
The mesmerized man skin seeps in her feminine profile
Here where green pines meet the silk heart of the dream
A White Sea bird flying overhead is dreaming this song
It is the Clair De Lune melody spray of a coming home
Her profile turns a swagger of needy flesh to grace
by Charles Eastland – from Selected Poems – pub.10/18/15
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