H19

bead on brown body
his vigilance is wanton
a bitten cherry

she reigned in the sun,
sheltered by headphones
oil beads glisten
smooth brown body

free but desired
his vigilance is wanton
a parasol drink held, a bitten cherry
her thoughtless glory is his illusion.
his thirst craves a false horizon.

Bead on my body
His vigilance is wanting
A bitten cherry