I Say Dream Only
It starts to cloud, heavy gray clouds
then begins to rain
Drops the length of drumsticks
The tin roof on a beach shack
is a tight percussive skin
that rises off-pitch
Dune grasses sway
to the drumming
flap to the beat
The waves applaud
We take refuge in the shack
The storm crashes against the walls
We sleep or should I say dream only
She, a starfish, I, a gray line
Starfish floats, gray line catches
Huddled together on a wooden cot
surrounded by sand, salt, storm
She, a starfish, I, a gray line
I lift her to taste the sea
a clam floats over my tongue
I lift her higher
tasting more of the sea
Tako to ama (Octopus and shell diver) -- Katsushika Hokusai
Starfish Kamasutra -- Mrzyk & Moriceau
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