all good
don’t give it all away
move on the outside.
and be thankful for the woman who learns freely
in a concerted effort to understand.
nothing is fully realized
the more we read the less we should probably bother—
there’s a lot to consider is all.
i once told
whatever you want requires action—
shit, really?
on the coast wind kicks up sand
navy velvet forms water.
on a towel the colour crimson;
she lays on her back topless with a copy of James Baldwin.
olive thick hourglass, skin and limbs
still when next to body.
a craving for peanut butter.
she tells me that men here appear to be respectful
i tell her they don’t stare, too obviously.
Great poem, David. Again, you take me traveling.