Cottesloe
breakwater Perth
With finger
entwined
I once walked
along the Cottesloe groin
In the rough
windswept hours of darkness
with my lover
“raging seas
raging pounded the rock wall
her hand slipped
from mine
looked back grinning”
seas clash, only
to rise, fall,
creating a remarkable harmony;
its echo’
encircling all.
with outstretched arms, she swirls
round in circles
in unrestrained joy
“rich auburn
hair, plastered
matted across
her face, and she, she is laughing
at the craw of
mer”
it stands
forever within
me;
this inherent,
uniqueness that lies
Within us all.