Wreckage and rampage

      have      e va por a ted.      Still

yawning    languorous

she has calmly drawn

      a soft sand blanket      concealed

flotsam-drift-clutter.

Her limbs undulate -

      the shy camber of a breast -

a lithe hip rotates

as salt surges in

     she draws shelled knees close. She is

torpid and lovely.