Resort (a poem)

Sometimes you have to go with the music…

In the middle of this isolation…

I want to be
smothered
buried
surrounded
by
the warm
the damp
the scent
the sweat
fulfilling the dream
she once told me about

The touch—
smooth
rough
sliding
pressing
against my skin
a familiar taste
forever
locked in here
commanding me to open
settle in for the ride

The waters here
could be warm—
jump in

No need to speak—
breathe
breathe
right here
and…
there…

That’s what we’ve been waiting for

(24 March 2019)


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