I see you rolling in sand wearing only a swim bottom.
I envy your bare brown freedom
because my chest is too old to be brazenly sunburnt
and to be removed of the sex that has grown all over.
Wait little babe
they’ll soon crown you too, with chains.
I see you chase her across the beach- your other little friend,
the prettier one with lighter skin
and better hung baby meat.
She’d let you chase her but never touch,
and dropping your hands on knees you stopped,
There was boundary on the sand –
the dusky part that the ocean wet
and the crisp white half that it could never get.
She was on the other side-
the one that stayed untouched by salt tears.
She laughed and laughed because…
You know babe,
she will break your heart one day.
It’ll either be,
that boy who’ll look at her right through you,
or the world that breaks you with its blind love young beauts.
She’ll take down your stars.
Babe, it’s alright,
let your knees crash to the ground.
But, let me tell you a secret;
a little byway to no pain.
Next time you run up to her
let her eyes shine for a moment
but, turn around,
throw your chest in the Southern wind
to run laughing.
Babe, don’t even think about turning.
Wickedness is just a game that we are playing.
Image by Arthur Morris