body

ghosts of christmas past

soak sun round red watermelon

i remember how you coveted it

from that round red rowdy family

laughing loudly into the sun

gazebo sidestepped shade -

no thought to life's cancer

yet

we three divine sit content

but un-holy within each other

on sand     on towel     on chair

happiness happens    

so little do we

know then

we wade into the water

you both hold a hand

i love water but i'm a wiener

i trust you with my life then

(who can you trust for yours

i'm not sure christ was born right yet

let alone dead already)

i get out of the water

i do what i love most     absorb sun

the two of you are speckles

i know so well apart from afar

silver water shimmers in salty molten sun

the board seems to dangle in midair

though i know it is tied to your wrist

(the wrist of the hand that held my hand)

shadows span closed lids     i sit up

hot and brown and whole as an ovened bread

cold sea runs down your faces

in delicious little streams 

lashes stick in drops of salt

blue lips even bluer now

sand clings to your cold feet

like needy little dunes

when we get back home

you will vacuum the car

sandwiches burst lettuce     chicken

mayo smiles - we smile back and bite

(for years we talk of this meal)

that we would starve for many years to come

we didn't know

yet

soak sun round red watermelon

i remember how you coveted it

from that round red rowdy family

laughing loudly into the sun

gazebo sidestepped shade -

no thought to life's cancer

yet

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