Summer 1952 - Poem by Mike Tonkin
That heat drenched summer
Long passed now,
How we loved lying on the lazy sand.
Bodies close together
Searching the endless sky
Filled with ecstasy.
Hearing the siren sea
From the long dune grass
Standing in the midst of emptyness
Alone on the hushing strand
In utter carelessness.
Running, fingers clasped
Over the barren beach
Soothing in the coolness of the sea
Spirits bruised by passion's
Oh, how we loved that summer
Long passed now.
That summer how we loved.
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