An unknown beauty
of lavish dark hair
and eyes of desire
awaits me in the stretch
of bougainvillea
just outside of sleep
Revelers down the beach,
loud with Scotch and rum,
guffaw well after midnight
Wind scatters papers off the table
of the lanai
and I rush to salvage them
The surf booms against boulders
standing between paradoxes
Too bright, too, the moon