creek in th'dark w/brightest stone baubles, dappled riverbottom pebbles under moon-water, a thousand faces glinting, smiling upwards. school of carp in the reeds, the stalks rasping in the warm air as the tails swish them back and forth. the unheard steady **** of flapping, feeding mouths -- drawing in of algae, snails, waterbeetles; soft crunch of shell and exoskeleton.
two legs on the dune by the stream wishing there was two more legs on the dune, angling down toward the stream. a tender accompanying voice singing maybe Piaf avec un accent provincial (de châtillon?) hair wet, tangled; sporting powder-white two-piece, fresh from having swam with strong, slow kicks of slender pale legs, long in that green water. legs that look good in black heels. their clicking imagined in the head.
midnight beach pome. je rêve souvent de femmes françaises.