observed
Love is a series of transactions with feelings attached - like receipts
There’s a couple, a cabana away snogging endlessly.
They seem locked in elemental attraction, getting hot.
I think they’re newlyweds - good on them.
Behind my Polarized sun-glasses, I pretend that I’m not watching. Observed passion can be faintly ridiculous - or not.
I watch the theatrical sea, mostly, but those two are a distraction engine.
Sure, there’s a self-aware cringe to watching them,
but their obvious heat leaves me pleasantly reeling.
The thoughts and feelings they stir are a jealousy, slow building - tidal, and recursive - a returning surf on a scandalously erotic shore. The inescapable debris of attraction - think modern tidal plastic.
They make me want to reach for sensation
by processing my envy into action.
I ordered them some champagne and strawberries
They smiled and waved and we toasted them from afar.
I touched Peter’s shoulder, he was reading a book.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I suggested.
When he looked up and saw my sideways smile,
he grinned, saying, “Ok.”
Intimacy arranged, like emotional Venmo
We scrambled up and I took his hand as we crossed the fiery sand.
It’s a totes private beach, we didn’t even have to take our things.
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Songs for this:
fool around by strongboi
22 Durnham Dew by Benny Sings
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