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.
Beach Dancer
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Awakened Words 
What a wonderfully romantic moment captured–lovely!
A glimpse of a free spirit. I hope those bottles don’t break.
You are right. It is sweet. Caught like a Polaroid. [Then a shark leaps onto the beach, right?]
Tsunami I think, let’s go big.
*sigh* drips romance, this one!
Lovely imagery.
You are so romantic, Mark. This is lovely.