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.

adrienne ophelia


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