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The Basking Beach
a speedboat drifts
at anchor in the bay
Thinking of last night. A bedroom. Shadowy and dark. Pale
light filtering in from the street.
Now, this white expanse of sand. Bright and hot.
a yellow bikini
on the rock wall
I'd come to him naked. His body: hard angles and soft determination.
Fish scales glint on black rocks. Sea-sucking holes for the crabs.
on the bald man's head
"You're gorgeous," is
what he'd said. In the manner of a night sky filled with stars. Comets.
Grains of sand fall between my fingers, drop back to the beach, disappear.
A fat man walks by, dives into the water.
he swims out to sea
in his socks
Tangled sheets. Our one-night leap into an abyss. A biting into
a juicy-fresh peach at the height of summer.
Mr. Speedos hauls himself
over the side of the boat ... reappears with fishing rod and beer.
a young woman plays
in the waves