Indians or rabbits

Drenched from the surf
on an unguarded beach
we removed our jeans
to a blanket
between the dunes.

The tips of the black waves
sparkled like sequins
and your dirty blonde curls
took on a pink hue
as the moon hung at the end
of the silver path like a pendant
and lit the cool night air
with a diamond brilliance.

I laid under you and rubbed
my lips across your wrists
as you asked me if I thought
anyone had ever made love
on this exact spot.