Being a Beached Whale in a New Friendship

I sing of dulcet blessings
of high tides rolling
and strolling with
you

the curve of hip
the slip of tongue
that leads me back
and through moon-tugged
glances

sweet dances with
well-loved unknown
fancies here by
spring's first ebb

the web of new love
woven between shore
and gray buildings
dreaming of elm-shade
and rhythmic oak
waves

along the edge of
grassy field. sea breeze
forgotten, oddly though
revealed in gulls
retreat to river bed.

the storms have
passed and we
at last are free to love

What greater gift
than this mad love
balm rubbed into
our souls, friendship
sex and companionship?