Folkestone Beach

This coast was a pristine vision of an early morning.

The clouds masked a nascent sun

glimmering on waves barely born,

their surf sizzling up the sand.

Nothing seemed to move or speak

in this dim heaven

but the whisper of the water,

the unheard voice of the sunlight

beaming through patchy clouds,

the silent wingbeats of gulls.

Each breath drew in the serene salt

of an unspoiled shore

just as the dozing tide snored softly,

reaching with foam-frilled fingers

to touch my shoes.

(Subject to Change)

Sun Worshipper

His golden cast upon my sill,

His kiss upon the air,

Lounging like a sultry cat

Whose gaze falls everywhere.

When his scorching eye favours me,

I disrobe and drop like a fly
To be pressed beneath his humid thumb
Though in the shade I lie.
Even in the darkness
His influence still holds true,
Melting me with fever,
My skin bejewelled with sweat like dew
And I am unable to escape him
In the blissful land of sleep
For across my body I feel
His fiery fingers creep.
But even so I love him
For the joy his light instils
And the beauty he can show me
That inspires the deepest chills.

To my unlikely lover
xXx