Kiss me quick hats
ice creams
screams of seagulls
smell of sea
ships on the horizon
of the sea
smell of salt
and bodies nearby
sweating in the sun
kids laughing
having fun
and I lay
with Mrs Ford
on the beach
she combing my hair
talking about
her husband
how he sniffs
after girls
and beds
whom he can
I watch the sea
and waves
and smell the sun lotion
and sense her
near me
remembering that night
in London in that
cheap hotel
bedding away
until light of day
she talking
in her manner
her husband's deeds
on her lips
and I wanting
her again
even on the beach
in broad daylight
but being sensible
and at ease
will wait until night.
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