Joy
he leans on the palm
at waters edge
sated
smoking
he watches her walk walk away
his lips taste like her scent
his hands want to hold her again now
naked cherished
against him
another hour another hour
he squats and looks away to the waves
a deep lost longing takes his breath
his eyes sting with hot tears
he cries for the first time with joy.
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