full of blondes

already sunburned,

drives through me.

I'll never get used to that.

Screw this traffic.

I can go anywhere in an instant.

I can be Danny Ocean in three . . . two . . .

A seagull shits right through me.

I wander the beach,

the sun blaring my form

into nothingness.

Invisible, I can stare all I want.

A girl with Aura's dark wavy hair

and bronze skin

sips an iced tea,

then sets the open cup on her belly.

As she swallows,

her throat bobs,

then her tongue peeks through her lips,

gathering the moisture she missed.

Water beads on the cup,

plummets fearlessly,

like a skater on a half-pipe.

When it reaches her skin,

it joins her sweat

and travels on,

over her waist

and under the string of her

candy-striped bikini.

I could write an entire song

about the journey

of that one drop of sweat.

But I turn away.

It feels wrong to watch.