The sun licks the sea
Its waves orange and black
Laughing,
Their lapping fringe rolling back
Rippling fingers
Probe glistening sand
In sweeping stream
They wander wet land
Sucked under
With current in rhythmic flow
They shimmer and leap
In luminous glow
As if I'd squeezed the sky
Luscious orange in my hands
Sparkling pearls of juice drip,
Land afloat milky gray
If only I could drink the sea
Thick Creamsicle foam,
Loose myself within
Lustrous swells of passion aglow
--Alicia (2008)
(Butterfly Beach, Santa Barbara)
