She dances in her pure bright white bikini,
passing lightly through this cluttered, clutching seaside town,
and through my fantasies, my recollections,
of a glamorous, gold-plated yesteryear.
I fancy an ice cream right now. Perhaps a chocolate flake?
My visions of another, much less crowded beach are
swimming strongly, ever nearer,
through the sleeping sea; storm over.
I sometimes feel so lonely, even now.