CAN'T REALLY SAY WHAT THIS IS, EITHER. JUST MORE OF ARIEL'S STUFF, I GUESS
THAT NIGHT ON THE BEACH Brazen sea under a melon moon, burnished bright as Saladin's helm: caught between horns of wooded land; sharp as as Caliph Mahmud's scimitar. There on the beach, cupped in a bowl of sand, ringed about with spikened grass we lay, my love and I: in the deepest womb of night, in the glowing lambent light; that night, on the beach. Beneath the blanket on which we lay, that night, upon the beach lay day- warm sand. Soft round grains of lover's whispers, lover's sighs: gay,... Sign in to see full entry.