Camouflaged by sand dunes,
These sandy bunkers
allow me to spy on my beachcombing lover,
I’m waiting for his longitude
To meet my latitude.
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Camouflaged by sand dunes,
These sandy bunkers
allow me to spy on my beachcombing lover,
I’m waiting for his longitude
To meet my latitude.
……………………………………………………
it’s so tantalisingly cryptic……I feel as if I know exactly what it means whilst at the same time I can only guess…and it doesn’t matter!
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I love the imagery here: the hidden gaze, the expectation and excitement of meeting a lover, the beachcomber searching for treasure whilst being treasured from afar.
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