From the Fishouse

after all day in Krugers

The brimming ocean
the silver sea
a dark man lying
on the horizon
a white woman
on his thigh
a beautiful
white skinned woman.

Looking south
towards Iveragh
the seer beside me
mapped those nights
of ecstasy
by the stars
‘the sea
their silken sheet

a soft climax
at the shore
whorls of
sea-green loving
the motion of
the restless woman
the endless motion
of the restless woman
…’