The coastline glassed and glistened.
This, we are told, is Lands End:
Clenched fists of rock bracing impact,
Conch-strands taking in veils of light.
Unyielding, static-still, balanced.
In the distance: detonative immersion.
Flushed rush. Ocean waves sequenced
As if Atlantic light shows defusing--
Up in the air with strato-cirrus again,
White on white, clambering for position.
Down below pellicles of salt and silt
Shimmer the shoreline. With you there,
Frozen out and numbed, long drawn,
My calico shirt skin-tight against you,
The look in your eyes crying salvation.
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