House By the Sea
In our house by the sea
the gulls fall silent
the gulf winds have exhausted
their supply of salty scent
we grow languid
our eyes close with fatigue
my head upon her bosom
my sweetest friend
is trembling
In our house by the sea
never remove your arms from my neck
or shy away your lovely face
embrace and kiss me endlessly
let the hours be lazy and sweet
flowing like the warm southern wind
as we gaze upon the purple sash of sunset
entwined like serpents in battle
soothed by the avid tide and eternal surf
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