On the sands of wildwood, n.j. as I search again for diamonds
Yesterday I found her,
hiphuggers hip hugging,
halter halting,
chasing breakers in the wind
After smiles,
we had know each other for years
Hand-in-hand we trod the butterfly tracks
tracing elusive flutters
through the afternoon jungle,
tripping lightly
on the tracks of other beasts
The moon startled us later,
invading our private world
and proving us only people:
damp sand was diamond in the night
and her breasts were dusted
with America's ransom
Breakers broke before the dawn,
waking me gently,
she held my hand one last time,
and was gone
as they sun played fairy godmother
to the pumpkin sand