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Thursday, July 9, 2020

... on a blanket with my baby
by Jeanne René






he licks
the bead of nehi orange
resting in the corner of her lips
sweet
he smiles
shivering sweetness up
shivering down
a spine tingling kamikaze rush
craving molotov cocktails of powerful emotions
on this sundown
slowed downed
seashore
sea shine stroll

all the time
she’s tossing beached driftwood
back into the shallow sea
and drinking nehi effervescence
laughing
popping slippery sea flowers
can you catch me
in tempestuous silence
want some
one last sip

he wraps his lips around the bottle
sweet
he drinks
zigzagging round sand castles
they amble the beach walk
caress the beach talk
submerged in thought waves
the ebb and flow of speaking foreplay
carelessly
tickling the under bellies
of panicked sand crabs

kicking up sea foam
that make her legs glisten
in the amber glow closing the day
the blue nylon shorts
kiss the inside of her thighs with salty dampness
and he asks - with a wink
are you cold enough yet
unbuttoned shirt
slips off of his shoulders
he offers his apology
with warmth
truce granted without a question
as well as the kiss

slowed down
sundown
the cool sand tugs at bare feet
up to the boardwalk
still spinning with low-lit carousels
but empty of spandex beauties rollerblading
past hard muscled hormones
slouching on benches
or hare krisna barkers for salvation through mantras

an angel drifts upon a cloud
heaven knows
they are shivering
and too young to consider
looking back
in solemn faithless retrospect
much less
coming up to the surface for air


jeanne rené 11/03

... The Drifters