I Need A Steamer Trunk Poem by Marcus McKinley

case of red bull + 
power bars + 
Passport + 
steamer trunk

stowing away
on a voyage with you
who?
would have thunk

on the sand with you
is my plan it's true
making time
to the sound of the waves

Satiating sin
drinking you in
twist of lime
you know I will not behave

Your beautiful
Tan lines on skin
A road map
To places unseen

Tracing each
With ice cube
Between lips
The beach is very serene