Beach Blanket

Come and see the girl I love

Sandy haired whispering curves

Her flesh as fair as His dove

Her soul the sun god reserves

One last shore from God to gods

Where every anchor is home

And no men may brandish rods

For all truths this beach will comb

Her lap warms Christians by day

And charms the savage all night

To God she says: Come and Stay

For the gods she bathes in light

And when the last twilight comes

She pulls the waves to her chin

In the stars she counts her sums

While drinking the sea foam gin

And I shall lie beside her

Together we search God’s face

While the gods offer us myrrh

Drown us in seaweed and lace

Fate is our beach blanket then

Wrapped as we are by the moon

Tides bewitching wistful men

And stripping the beach too soon