Funny. Over at Poets On The Page, yesterday’s poetry prompt was to rediscover an abandoned poem and “finish” it. Last year I actually did just that and when I found the poem and it’s revamped self, I sat back and smiled a little. The revamped poem is about rediscovery. So, here you go.
First the original (written February 2002):
By Jesi Scott
I dreamed I walked with you
Along the beach in the dark.
Moonlight shown down
And shaded your hair with a silver glow.
The waves splashed upon our feet,
Playing tag with the sand,
And the smell of salt was in the air.
The sound of music softly playing
Broke the stillness of the night,
A song from days long past.
You turned and took me in your arms,
And we swayed slowly,
Lost in the moment.
Too soon the song ended
And you pulled away,
But only for a heartbeat,
And then your lips were on mine,
Gentle and soft,
Like a cool breeze on a hot summer day.
My pulse quickened as I returned your kiss,
Fire for fire,
And I trembled
As your hands lightly caressed my back.
The kiss deepened
And I felt my blood run hot.
Before we knew it
We were making love there on the beach,
The waves crashing around us,
With a passion born before time began.
My soul joined yours when our bodies became one
And I knew you again,
As I did when we lived in the heavens
And played among the stars.
I was one again
With your head between my breasts
And your body sheltering me from the night.
I woke then, in the darkness and I cried,
Then I felt your arms encircle me
And your lips on the back of my neck,
And only the beach was missing.
And the revamp (rewritten January 2015):
That Night on the Beach
By Jessica Scott
It was summer and the night was hot; our clothes stuck to our skin with sweat,
which is why we had decided to lazily stroll the deserted beach in the first place; you
said the water would be cool and there might be a breeze close to shore. We were
walking along the sand, our hands clasped together, feet bare, with your pants rolled
up to your knees and my skirt floating in the light breeze, waves splashing us in a
game of tag with the beach;
I could smell the salt in the ocean and taste it when I licked my dry lips.
The sky was so clear we could see thousands of stars drowning in the ink-black velvet night,
so vast and beautiful that tears filled your eyes from the thought of how small we are
and how big the universe is…
until I stepped on something that moved and I gave that squeak of a scream and
made you fall when I pushed you in my frantic hurry to get away from whatever
it was that had tried to kill me (or at least pinch my toes) while you sat in the sand
and laughed at me so hard that you had to lie down so you could catch your breath
as I firmly told you that it wasn’t funny which made you laugh even harder until I
couldn’t help the smile that happened to appear on my face despite my attempt to
be mad at you. That is when I walked over to slap you on your shoulder but you grabbed my arm
and pulled me down on top of you making me laugh in spite of myself at the spectacle we
were making of ourselves, then we looked into each other’s eyes as the laughter dissipated
like smoke in the air…
…And then your lips on mine, gentle and soft, teasing, like the cool breeze we were
searching for that night, and whether from the sun-warmed sand or the heat-soaked air
we were like that word you looked up this morning, recalescence. What was that definition? A sudden
spontaneous increase in the temperature of cooling iron resulting from a change in crystal structure
occurring at a particular temperature.
Yes, that is what we were…recalescence. We had taken this trip to find a renewed intimacy with each
other, the passage of time and life together having begun to cool our desire. And now,
with our temperatures rising suddenly out of a spontaneous walk on the beach,
the structure of us changed.