Donegal Eden with Caz

Donegal Eden with Caz 

 

we found a haven

out of sight of prying eyes -

a pocket island

cut off from land at high tide

accessible though at low

 

we drank a long wait

then splashed across the wet strand,

made camp where 'only'

fishing boats, or seabirds, might 

catch a passing glimpse of us

 

we shrugged off the van

stuck fast in axle-deep sand,

spending still evenings

captivated by sunsets

over Árainn Mhór instead

 

a spring-water filled

sun-warmed, waist-deep, and wave-smooth

rock-pool – perfect for

romping bacchanales, formed

a lido, spa, jacuzzi

 

we lived like sand boys

set adrift in timelessness,

playing sexy games,

naked, drunken, and laughing,

singing, dancing - and loving

 

at holiday’s end

a local towed the van free

he turned down a ‘drink’

he looked at Caz, winked at me,

‘snapped her in the nude... do fine’

 

the solemn drive home,

leaving the island behind

was tough on us both - 

goodbye kiss at Holyhead -

I never saw Caz again

 

I heard she’s married

with a son the spit of me,

I wrote - no replies,

I hope she remembers us

and our beach in paradise.