(Almost) Sex On The Beach

A poem

Heading to work this morning on my bicycle it rained, again. Except today was different today the rain felt sticky - warm on my face and it reminded me of that thunderstorm we had the last summer I was home.

I remember you wild one mermaid spirit with red gypsy blood running straight into the ocean wearing my white t-shirt - nothing underneath but your bright nipples pointing at me daring me in like I had a choice.

We could see the rain falling on the water but couldn’t feel it - I said it looked like a million bullets fired from the sky breaking the surface you said it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

I held you and you felt warm the way a bed quilt does on a cold winter morning then you pressed your salty lips up against mine and we exchanged eons of crushed seashells between us- I didn’t care how thirsty they made me I had never known an urge for hunger or thirst quite like the one which indiscreetly pushed against your leg.

All the people ran from the water with towels on their heads afraid they would get wet so I said why don’t we - you shoved me off and I stalked you like a great white shark chomping at your ankles when it seemed like I’d go hungry in those waters you reeled me out by the hand back to our house and had your way with me like the waves do with the shore.

I hope it will rain again tomorrow -

Vic Spandrio 2021