[Soaring Feather]

Moonlight becomes
you in black lace
and chiffon
your hard edges
dissipate
twilight makes
your skin glow
and there is no
one on the beach
but you and the pipers

[Kay Syrah]

Pipers,
yes I do like kilts
and nice manly legs
beneath the sporran
and the plaid,
is there anything
else to be said
about the beach?