whitebread

and the sun's rays danced
upon his coppered back.
tiptoeing across the outlines of muscles
jumping from vertebrae to vertebrae.
and as the winds harmonized
with the colors of the sky,
the sea mumbled something about
a life that was lived
through the paradox of the
seagulls' cries.
its hands molding the shore in its
slow
methodical
sure
fashion.
and then he kissed her.