Seabed Soaked
SEABED SOAKED
coconuts float from purple palms
in the tropics
thirsty for its watery alms
wet umbrella
a salad that tosses and turns
a fever burns
consoler massages my burns
my suntan bleek
warm winds cannot compete with skin
red raw and spurned
as you run off with youthful sin
down pebbled beach
her hair carelessly bleached from sun
hand in hand with
my crinkled, decrepit old one
her smile will fade
as red foraminifera
turns beaches pink
she soon will stand on graying sand
with missing link
flame from mirthful cheeks - fever’s fried
i laugh out loud
and snap a towel at backside
of seaside hunk
1/16/2019
Fiction - I’m happily married :)
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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