The beach ran into the surf
exposing her body, showcasing a creature
heavier than the vogue
yet graceful in the swell and spume,
more adapted and fluent than the leaner
more angularly lank ideal.
Water turned her curves,
curled endearingly over
her aqueous movements.
Later at the Tiki
we drank gin and tonics
everyone else had umbrella cocktails.
A group of loud drinkers giggled
looking her way.
I saw her eyes wince,
the way baby seals eyes may do
looking up at a looming figure,
not really knowing friend
from a club wielding ape.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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