I thought of you today,
all day,
you never left.
And like a lovely sound
you echoed in the cleft
between my hemispheres,
we walked, homebound
as raindrops kissed
anointing you
your feverish skin,
and soaked
the cotton of
two little teddybears.
There was the sea,
its gentle rhythm
sang exotic songs,
your grip was firm
as if you did not yet believe.
My stride was bad,
we bumped
not minding though
the potholes of the dunes,
and talked about how very sad
that time had left behind
our legacy of spoons.
The wind was very kind,
it covered a hoarse voice,
what occupied my mind......
the horniness of boys.
It stirred the passive sand
and cooled a fever spike
I took your other hand
one finger in the dyke.