Once, I would have slept
with you
'neath giant, shimmering
palms
While ballerina-armed
branches
Fanned our writhing bodies
Our sweat swept out to
sea
By Atlantic breezes
I would have melted
As your ravenous cock
Thrust to a merengue beat
Careless of sand-saturated
hair
Cursing the silver moon
A discreet chaperone
For letting sunrise
intrude
I would have lapped up
your lies
Believed I was your amor,
corazon.
I've stopped building
Sand castles on
promises
Bored with cliches
Cheap as coconuts
My peeling back itches
I lust for clean sheets
Spic and span hotel
comforts.
Originally published September 2007 - "Saucy September"