I love the world
and her tiny snapshots
we have learned
for she’s the one
who taught me
my first set of
forbidden words.
It’s only when she asks
will you come to me
and lay on my Italian shores
my attention
is truly hers.
I stand against
the salt air
mixed with her perfume
my eyes turn into hers,
and she whispers
something quiet of course.
Let the fingers of surf
drag across the sand.
Allow this slow
melodic recovery
its dramatic affect
she unclasps showing
her naked hip.
I rest my palm
on her curves
and take her lower back
to position her
so we can
take our photographs.
I love this world
this temperamental place
in the middle of nowhere
we stand against each wave
our shoulders
getting more and more
sun-kissed.
I turn to lift her up
buoyant now on its surface
I watch as she floats
over each undulating roll
the sky-blue water reflects
that thirsty look
her brilliant smile
let’s go inside
I want to fuck.
(A truly lovely day it was)
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