the beckoner laughs thru my hair
as i dream on the sea. the
stinging fizzle of spray kisses
my face like a lover's hand.
i whistle and woo back at
the teasing caresses of the
conquering stars. i play love
with the wind. i can't help
but smile with the northing
that makes joy - joy. the
enveloping and overfilling
which spills into trapped
breaths. the yearning
tears which long for
the whispering shore and
my only wish to drown in
Love
(March 6,1965)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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