Henri Bensussen "Two Cypresses in Love with the Sea?"
They are leaning, leaning outstretched in glimmered love to a heaving, wind-whipped sea itself foam-edged in longing though not for their love, the kind that lasts forever.
The trees, acutely angled, drunk in their unknowingness, thrill to pleas from a waving ocean lashing the foot of the cliff the trees for now are rooted on.
Let go, let go, the sea whispers. Float to lands you’ve never heard of. No fires, no thirst, no barren branches sacrificed to gulls and ravens. With me, groans the sea, it will be
temptingly exceptional. I’ll take you, I promise, to places undreamed, islands known only to wind-spirits a paradise of white beaches
dead stones, and there I’ll leave you, my cypresses, among my countless conquests above the highest tide line your limbs torn with desire bodies twisted and waterlogged deliciously sodden with love.
