He saw her at the beach,
lovely and lanky was she
and with a style that outshone
every summer sun ever seen.
Her voice was quite hypnotic;
his thoughts of her were quixotic.
That memory always brings him back.
Alone he comes to stand
there on the very sand
where they had first made love.
© JPW 2013
dVerse Poets Pub ~ Getting Tight In There (55)