a room at the beach
jack harrison
We laughed when we saw
the room, barely
lareger than the bed.
Too little space to stand,
but enought to recline,
to touch, to whisper.
Weary from hours on the sand,
we drowsed beneath the
gently shimmering fan,
in no hurry for the
moment of reaching out,
giving, taking, sharing,
and exploding that elegant
tension, on the bed
that filled the room.