Beach

BEACH

I remember warm smooth golden sand
and your skin like the sand in my hands
and your hair and eyes dark as sea coal.

You leapt in the foam as if storm-born,
a prodigy of beauty, torn from a better
place like a charm from a far cavern.

 

Julian O’Dea

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