Sex on the Beach


Breathing hard,
we swam in the ocean of one skin

bodies hot,
flesh aflush

as you fall beside me
feigning to be tired.

I close my eyes
and think about the beach at twilight,

if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me there

within the decrepitudes
of waning one night

stands your inconsequential
manhood...

As our Friday night breathing
slows to a silence of regret,

you get up to towel down;
while I allow your power to dry on me.

Still, you come and wipe away our sex
as you kiss each place

where you had landed,
yet you never consider

my lips...

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