Salt Hair

I made love to the sea
in broad daylight
over and over
until all exhausted
like the sunset

I brought home the salty mist
let the lover’s scent
linger in my hair
by the silk pillow
secrets shared
into the dead of night
soul bared

Summer Beach

Cicadas, kookaburras and seagulls
are in full blown voice competition
from their own colony
No one knows
how does this seemingly chaotic battle tune coexist
with the synchronised sound of waves

Beach goers
pitch their tents, cabanas
and lay out beach towels
claiming their own
unmarked territory
No one cares
how others spend their holiday
They are quite happy
to share the sun
and the sound of nature