Ghazal in the Night

The wings of a gull over waves breaking on salt
marsh and beach under the dunes under the moon.

The reeds of the salt marsh stirred by a gull’s
wings in the night. My breath on your thighs.

The curves of the beach insistent against
waves foaming with salt. Our hips in the night.

The dunes pressing up pale against the sky
in the night. Your breasts under the stars.

The last strands of storm cloud blown thin
across the white moon. Your face in the night.

The wings of a gull over waves breaking on salt
marsh and beach under the dunes under the moon.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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