A Whispered Promise
The slothful sun seemed unwilling to set.
A fiery sphere that sent flaming rays upon the sea.
The blazing beach provided shelter of small cabins
Business was brisk, with ice-cold refreshments
That were surprisingly moderate in price.
I could have saved money, hiring an umbrella.
But it would not have sufficed to evade
The scorching red-hot rays that covered the beach.
And we all knew that despite the cool sea-waters,
We would still have ended scorched and blistered.
So, a cabin it had to be, costly but relatively safe.
We had an efficient sunblock, and oh what fun,
As we rubbed the silky skins of both of us.
And in the euphoria of the moment, I whispered:
“I love you. Soon we’ll marry on this same beach.”
PS I must write some dark poems......
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2025
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