My Spinning Bike Squeaks

Beaches

crystalline
On the beach ever since time unknown
Images
plow through the sand From the silent mind

Alone Hidden history
in every grain
waves Secrets of the time hide

Memorable
tragedies in human affairs
one time it came from the sea bottom sticking out from the Saracens

and scratching women
The dark face was mirrored in the sea agitated by arrogant
concert
hordes wore in the wind the voices and gasps
Witness the perennial sea immortal
of stolen kisses, of unbridled sex
a gallant meetings, loves vibrant
And the sound of foamy waves
background haunted echoes went

free sounds, lost forever
And my sight is lost in time
And the water reflects the deep