with you to the beach
because it's there I’d like to see you,
I’d weave in and out the waves with you,
And you’d wet your feet
as I laugh like a crashing gul.
and as it began to rain some
soft and easy arpeggio
I’d capture you forever
legendary like the Leitz thamber 90mm
the epitome of soft-focus, before high street
snappers, lost forvever that edge of 30s cool.
And I’d keep you there, in my image,
to look back on after the waves have advanced
higher than nostrils
when all we hear is the
laughing of crashing guls.
