Dancing in a
beach side cave,
back-lit by
the bonfire,
casting
shadows on the wall,
as the surf
rolls in on the wave.
She
shimmies, he shakes,
they
embrace, they spin, they dip,
they sweat
and jump like wild
natives as the
ocean breaks.
The beat
mixed with crackling flames,
the roaring
foam, and their heels
pounding the
sandy ground,
intensity without
names.
They flicker
in fire, projecting lust
onto the
carved rock,
heavy
breathing,
a conflagration
of stardust.
The outside
world faded away
in
firelight, lost to a beach,
deepening
night and thoughts
of soft
kisses that seem to stay.
The shadows,
existing only for them,
in lives of
deceptive reflection,
warped and
curved by the cave’s
rough
surface, empty of mayhem.
Their bodies
stretched up high,
lengthened
in the licking light,
reaching for
each other,
and the fire
in their eye.
Dancing in a
beach side cave,
back-lit by
the bonfire,
casting
shadows on the wall,
as the surf
rolls in on the wave.
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