This Beach

this beach smells like autumn,

like tea-light flames & waves

too restful to break until shore

and the sun is falling, dripping

salt on to winged silhouettes;

they dance round Venus and

the little flick of silver moon.

this night does not yet know

its fate, summer is bleeding,

her scars are milky and sweet

and the stars!- they dangle on

strings and I just wish you were

here to dissect the sky with me