• Hugh Loxdale

Lovers’ Beach

Lovers’ Beach, northernmost

Point of this greenest of jewels,

Is beyond the reach of all,

Save but the most passionate soul

Who will bare that love, that life,

Even for a while

And let soft sand

Run between their fingers, their toes,

Fall from their tangled hair…

Once to admit that they were there,

In the arms, the thrall

Of another being, a love,

To share this brief

Snatch of paradise,

Where the lithesome waves

And golden granules


And make reality plausible.

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