Beach Escapades

Our appetites whetted by sensuous cuisine
We further satiate our thirst,
Indulging in twilight’s last blush,
And the promise of a lover’s moon,
Our hearts’ conjure up their own cadence,
Our pulses provoked
by the promise of moonlit romance.

The denizens of the past call out
From ancient walls within
Recounting tales of passion, of courage,
Of love once lost but found.
Their mystifying cries reverberate
As one with your heart’s own cry
Our story must be heard, they proclaim,
Hear us, pass our whisper on.