we women who
cover our noble skins
went running in the woods and paths
leading the long way to
crunching sand beneath our feet
now freed from the slavery of shoes
we walked the rank and file,
towels, sandals, coolers, kids
the gauntlet of hippies and booze.
past the throng, we thinned away
faded in the distance -
only we two marching a long lost curve
narrowing us out towards
the lonely spit of sand.
you stripped off your uniform
let your elfin body breathe
whiteness and pink porcelain
walked into the gleaming waves
the cut-out doll, receding.
resplendent in your fragility,
burned by the sun, kissed by the sea
you headed for a place only you could see.
it was then i knew we were done and through
and you were lost to me.