
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
Condense,
And make reality plausible.
