The girl in the sand

colored hat

of unfinished straw

with its sides of waves

of water weaving

in the winds of her

yellow hair, her eyes

hives of bees, touch-

es her breasts toward her knees.

Like a child she digs

and buries 

her thin hands in the

desirable flesh

colored sands, as small

animals or pairs

of birds that wait to

rise and stir scat-

tering streams of amber myrrh.

Out of ecstasy

her bright mouth

opens to the sun

as she lifts herself

to it and rests, with 

breasts sweet and full, back

beautifully curved,

arms down, lap and

loins packed with moist, golden coin.

 

From John Logan: The Collected Poems (BOA Editions, 2001) by John Logan. Copyright © 2001 by John Logan Literary Estate, Inc. Used with the permission of the publisher.