I lie on the sand
Where you stripped chaos from me
Cupped my heart in your hand
Like a feather
Together we fed at the edge of the sea
No further
Your hair splashed over me
Tongues touching and leaving
Now I haunt the island
A shadow that falls
And you are two birds
Flying towards the dawn
Tim Lenton
Poet's comment: Here the images in the poem bear a very strong correlation with Annette's picture. I was able to respond in a direct way to what she had done, and I think the poem and the picture work well together, amplifying each other.