Coastal walks
chew raw greens
handpicked from dunes
feet trampled trampling wind

prickly saltwort
weeding turtles trampoline
and sharp sheaths of grass
brambly nostrils sand grains grit

There she laid, there she went
There she ran off, there she slid
along the warm dune’s thighs
onto the edges of seas and shells

salty memories
slip between fingers
of walks sensual burning to soda ash
as bourbon on the rocks, ’n’ waves breaking

coastal walks
as printing eroding eroticas
yielding salty tastes:
I love you dear.

                 —animasuri’24