13 March 2008


Pink hibiscus in your hair. Your hair down and luster brown like the polished wood paneling the walls and covering the counter of this bar. Loose white straps of your tank top peeled away by breeze. Black strings of your bikini sweeping around your bare shoulders, tied around behind your neck. Your seashell earring lingering silver shine. The fine line of your profiled face traced in shade. A crescent of your amber iris.

I take this photo of you when you're not looking.

A quiet kiss.

White water touches shore and slips away. Palm trees bend down and tickle red stucco walls with their leaves. Grains of sand blow and skip across faded asphalt on the lone road that leaves this beach.