Spellbound

Gone, high and low, I lie on my face ,
Would not return to the time and place
Where together we trembled, thighs ablaze
In the shallow waters, in the blizard of
Of the sun, like pebbles on the shore
Imortal we've become - encrusted in froth
In the zenith of the night, our faces
Crack, to the touch of tiny crabs
Dancing to the moon's silent song and
Ritual - gone, darkness floods my vains;
Will we be here when the tide's come, -
Will you by then still remember my name



Nomi Ben-David