Sleep Sloop: A Lullabye
Six miles inland
from where the lunatic
Pacific surf uncoils itself
onto the San Clemente shore
the prenoon heat danced
above the assaulted asphalt
in light bending, radiant wavelets.
The lovers lay lank-limbed,
moored in a land-locked,
sweat-meshed sensual stupor
of an interwoven sleep.
The desert's lung exhaled
it's sage-laden breath
through the open window
shuffling the shutters
which rattled rythmic
'gainst the wrought headboard
subtly stirring the slumbering scene
to a gauzy wakefulness
wherein they groggily agreed-
it was very like the sound
of the wind in the rigging...
the bed, therefore then
a modest sloop, lolling
lovingly on the subtle swells
of dreamy, primordial seas.
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