Deserted strip
a violet strand, holding still the heat of day
-- my place -- you here obliging
though I would make it yours as well, mercurial flashes
lashes of spray -- humble tailor, me -- a tuxedo for you
in swaths of kelp, my gown in purple carrageen
I fill our glasses with sea foam�s fizz
and finger crystal edges
for the pure sweet notes that answer


� 2003 by PJ Nights
Previously published at the muse apprentice guild