A Walk Along The Beach Poem by Gert Strydom

I see a ship
passing beyond the breakers
white on the top
and red at the bottom

and the sea is calm
and a light wind
is blowing on the beach.

Alone I walk
on the hot soft sand
looking for shells
but here and there
I find one that’s not broken

and walk on further
and further
almost as if following a track
that’s just out of reach.

Climbing down
a small cliff
I am suddenly on a seclude beach
and in the blinding light
shells are everywhere
and I know
that no one else
has been here.

Some are brittle
like the leaves of flowers
and others hard as rock
with orange and pink embouchures,
a scope of blues,
hazing mother of pearl
shimmering like a rainbow,

brittle green circles
with holes in the middle
and some are more pure white
than snow.

I pick a ransom up at dusk
and lay down on my back
and watch the sun
setting above the sea
and time trail from me.

I must have been stuck
in my own thoughts
and caught by the serenity
when suddenly I noticed
a beautiful naked girl
looking at me
with a kiss in her eyes
that penetrates into my soul.

Her eyes shining
with shivering iridescence
(just like mother of pearl)
and her teeth gleaming
whiter than anything.

The second kiss
is on my lips
and hot and sweet.

Some perfume
almost dazes my head
and her nipples brush
protruding against my cheek.

“You have beautiful shells, ”
a husky voice says
and no words can express
my thoughts
while I kiss her back.