Venus emerges with eyes the color of blue-green water falling in rivulets between breasts riding at
high tide, through pubic hair tangled like wet seaweed. A smile reveals rows of white-capped teeth.

On deeply-tanned legs, a woman walks the beach's verge, spine straight, arms swinging, marching
to the heartbeats of Mars'
solitude, his isolation; in his confrontation with himself. He finds an opening.
He finds that what animates his depths is
drumming. In plaid shorts and t-shirt a man jogs with a dog
in tow. Holding hands, a couple walks in tandem, impressing the dark sand, content to be together:
no pet, no goddess, no god.