He wore a chartreuse Speedo
The sand stuck to my thighs
The air was filled with sea salt and urine
And Bain De Soleil
He waited for my glances
And stared into my eyes
Instinctively he motioned I followed
He fell to his knees
My legs were shaking
I couldn’t stop them
All the world fell silent
Allowing for our sounds
I breathed him in and held him inside me
As if he were me
My heart was racing
I couldn’t stop it
I ran through blinding sunlight
And down the scorching sand
I fell into the ocean to drown in
To cleanse myself
Baptize myself
I said to myself
‘I hate myself
But this is me
This is who I am’
Scott Free 2008
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