Beach Dancer

The fire burns low,
two empty wine bottles —
a white and a red — lay
forgotten on the sand.

Light from a crescent moon
decorates the waves.

I recline on the blanket and watch
as the music
of the night coils
around her as she dances.

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7 Comments

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7 responses to “Beach Dancer

  1. What a wonderfully romantic moment captured–lovely!

  2. A glimpse of a free spirit. I hope those bottles don’t break.

  3. You are right. It is sweet. Caught like a Polaroid. [Then a shark leaps onto the beach, right?]

  4. *sigh* drips romance, this one!

  5. You are so romantic, Mark. This is lovely.

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