huffed hotly against my thigh
causes laughter swallowed by oceans tide.
My toes search for purchase in the sand; adrift
in throes, in sweat raining off of you onto me,
I grasp tight the bark of a bent, palm tree.
I imagine fishermen
eyes straining off-shore,
and their shorts,
and their lines
launched to the anthem he sings
cleaving to my hips, anticipating breaths
and shouts for “more” spilled from
wet, wide lips turned skyward.