When the sea is as grey as her eyes
On these days for sure       &nb sp;the soft white
mist blown in from the ocean       &n bsp;the town dissolving
It all adds up       &nbsp ;her bare shoulders

Nakedness   &nbsp ;    rolling in from the sea
on winter afternoons - a fine rain
looking down on the sand       &nb sp;& shingle
the waves breaking on the shore       &n bsp;& white

It is impossible to deny what
taken by surprise      &nbsp ; then wonder
the many details of her body
to be held first now       &nbs p;then later

In body & mind       &nb sp;the fine rain outside
on winter afternoons      &nb sp; the nakedness
of her bare shoulders      &nbs p; as grey as her eyes
the sea rushing up the beach as white as

The whole outline called 'geography'
meeting at a set of erotic points
lips    shoulders&n bsp;   breasts   &n bsp;stomach
the town dissolves      &nbs p; sex    thighs &n bsp;  legs

Outside  &n bsp;     then across her nakedness
it rains in the afternoon      &nbs p; then the wonder
her body so young & firm       &nb sp;dissolves the town
in winter       & nbsp;grey as her eyes