*** On The Beach   / by B. Decatoria

Breathing hard,
we swam in the ocean of one skin
bodies hot,
flushed with sweat,
then you fall  beside me
feigning to be tired.

I close my eyes then
and think about twilight on this beach,
if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me, there
within the decrepitudes
of a waning one-night
stands your inconsequential
manhood...

As our Friday Late Night breathing
slows to a silence of regret,
you get up to towel down, while
I allow your power to dry on me.
Then you come and wipe away our ***,
kissing each spot where you had landed
yet you never consider
my lips...