transiens

blue february
silvertide drift on pale sands
light gauze of shell mist

in handpainted air
cinctured by time and deathtide
words whirled at my feet

suddenly dizzy
I heard you my dancing girl
ripple-heel skipping

shouting of rosebuds
your delicious crazy voice
plaited in bright winds

you blow my cover
with your too great loveliness
venus on high wire

poised for the moonstar
tossed shoreward on silver flames
I stand in your light