F W Finney - Goose Rocks Beach

The towel of a stranger
lies dead on the beach
as the wind through the reeds
sings to the lovers sweating in the dunes

And by the row of sandy Camelots
we bury each other near the castle walls
and watch the actress bake
her fleshy cakes
and burn a page of Danielle Steel

Undress yourself my cherub
before the swarms of squatters
stake their claims
and plant their folding chairs...

Undress yourself my lovely
before the seagulls
wake the sleeping child

F W Finney

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