Corset unlaced, hair undone.
Breaths come quickly and go.
Exultation, oh youth, oh love!
Young love, ah, let us grow true.
This beach's cadence beats like a heart,
But with a more sorrowful note.
Like that witnessed by Mathew Arnold,
Or Sophocles before him on the Aegean.
We bask in our youthful beauty,
Our flushed cheeks and wild spirit.
As the ebb and flow sings misery.
We sit in our new world full of dreams.
Kissing, full lips, batting, full eyelashes.
Nubile, attractive and boyish, debonair,
Such a perfect match in this old world.
We listen to the waves break,
The advice of tides is pessimistic,
That we will know pain too well.
The waves break on the beach,
Our hearts break with the waves.
A joyous moment gone with our breaths.
We lay on the beach, close and intimate,
Young and afraid, living in poetry.
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Submission Name: On This Beach.
