The beach ran into the surf
exposing her body, showcasing a creature
heavier than the vogue
yet graceful in the swell and spume,
more adapted and fluent than the leaner
more angularly lank ideal.
Water turned her curves,
curled endearingly over
her aqueous movements.
Later at the Tiki
we drank gin and tonics
everyone else had umbrella cocktails.
A group of loud drinkers giggled
looking her way.
I saw her eyes wince,
the way baby seals eyes may do
looking up at a looming figure,
not really knowing friend
from a club wielding ape.
They walk alone together down the bright white line, their
Voices garble against the humming hordes as the
Tautness of the moment lays out like lacquer in the dustlight
Of our dreams, life feeding moisture under cleated white grass.
Talking angularly and stepping away from the parabola now they
Stop to admire the scoreboard like field generals
In the infinite march of Time's conquest.
They turn back into the red zone and ennoble their strides and
Emblazon their courage against the dizzying starscape.