Forgotten Beach Boy
Once-revered
soul surfing navigator
of turquoise waters.
Discarded from
your playground since you were born,
before you could walk.
Replaced,
by a younger breed. With lighter skin and
deeper pockets.
Your ancestral ties
to the sea,
frayed.
Marika
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First Encounter
Words roll languidly-
Seductively even-
off of his full lips
like a fine silk robe sliding down virgin skin.
His animated baritone musings commanding
full attention.
Broad shoulders slung back,
he saunters confidently across the lawn,
Back arching and dark muscles flexing as
he carefully selects a mango from the blossoming tree.
His every fluid move-
a delicious,
engaging
performance.
Twisted
Going through the motions
and e-motions
Like a well choreographed ballet
Only there is no captive audience
But pen and paper
No encore
But silence
and
no closing night celebration
…only tangling in bed with absence
Lament
skin
Freshly stamped on skin
Their union warming inside her
weaving a delicate spider web,
coarse in its power
to capture
tangle
and
release