Hit
By the big saline wave
Of night
Caught
In the electric fizz
Of its foam
Then washed
Deep into sleep
Drawn under the sheets
Spun by the currents and turned on the tide
Till some storm
Tosses us back
Here on the cold dry shores of the morning
Naked and raw
Time to wake up!
Get into the shower
Wash the sand from my eyes
The salt from your back
The sound of the waves is receding
But there
On our mattress of sand
Our imprint is left
The curvature of your body
The restlessness of mine
Like a plaster cast
Of desire
Which these little words
Can't fill
Peter Jukes 2000
