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 :)