You
peak from
beneath the
comforter
naked
a foot pops
out awkwardly
you wear a
burka
your face
masked
by the crisp
cotton sheet smelling
like
us
this morning
sitting mesmerized
I study your
form like
a sculptor

I dream
sad dreams
they come
to me in
the night
like sirens
and poke
at me with
sharp sticks

they remind
me of my own
folly my lost
loves those
passed away

I’m hurled
upon the
rocky shore
of twilight
my galleon’s
mattress
softens
the crash
of my alarm

I went to the beach
yesterday

sand and sun

you could smell the surf
and feel salt on your skin

you laid next to me almost

naked

I too ashamed of myself
sat uncomfortably in the
sand like a turtle

flipping over onto your back
I saw your chest expand
and relax the mounds of
muscle found their rippled
beneath winds off the water
the trail of hair trailed from
your nipples to a straight line
disappearing beneath your shorts
where they swelled with your sex

what’re you staring at you squinted

nothing turning away ashamed

you can look

you said

it’s not looking that I wanted