On Dover Beach
one
gets
the sense
matt spoke from
deep private passion
as he and frances explored each
other's nipples and groins under sheets at the hotel
learning the sloppy soft post orgasmic language of the faerie land of lust before
returning to london's filthy air and tedious train trips to inspect country schools
of course he retreated to high classic metaphors
from that night's vivid imagery
loose form tells his shock
and joy in
chaos
of
sex
