Seacave

He took long walks, rambled on the beach, along the base of the cliffs and among the brown sea-caves […]

Her memory moved over the ocean-bed of event like a great octopus, blindly but completely feeling its way into every seacave, rill, estuary […]

He stepped into a room green as a seacave.

[…] they wandered into the park where we sat on a bench in the chilly darkness watching the silhouettes float around like sharks in that dark seacave of erotic love.