I'm okay
you know,
like this.
A matress by
the cold concrete foor
bareskinned
thin white fabric shredding
warmth
our legs laced
and
my fingers dancing
on your chest.
The sunlight makes it's
way throughout the closed windows
and I felt scared,
for myself.
Because I envy the sun,
whose rays touch you
in just a single wrap
while
there are still parts
of your body
I have not touched.

corals bob out
apple-colored from
the rhythmic income of
glassy tide and make
domiciles
for darting fish
the air has become liquid
a great vat of crystal
melts
in the soggy heat
tide-foam pools around
the beach's welcome ankles like
a lace nightgown at
the feet of
a beautiful, bareskinned woman