beaches are ...

o.k.

i should be asleep

but tonight

a friend showed up asking about me

 

i saw her

took her in my arms

hugged

 

she was still as beautiful as she ever has been

 

we caught up

she seemed concerned

it touched me

 

then she onto hers

and i onto mine

 

but i couldn’t stop thinking about her beauty

the times we kissed

her perfect breasts

 

her number still in my phone

i almost texted her

that she is still the most beautiful woman

i have ever seen

touched, known

 

she would probably deny

but to each their own

if i created blueprints

for the most beautiful woman

she would be the finished construction

 

and this poem is a production

of memories and visits unexpected

warm clothing keeps me protected

against the late night chill

 

but can we ever reveal

the faces

soft under the finger that traces

memory never erases

that which made me believe

the stars were not just stars

 

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