Hanging with beach bums & bashful babes
Swimming in the surf on late Spring days
Colorful flavors poured gently over ice
Skin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays
I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sand
Though she revealed herself to be a Siren
Coaxing & teasing me with her demure allure
Whispering that I might be a modern Lord Byron
Uncomfortable with compliments of any sort
I quietly pull out my pen to jot down an ode
Her eyes grow wide, then a smirk & a wink
Simultaneously my mind, heart & loins explode
In honor of breast cancer awareness month…💝🎀
Good night, y’all. I hope everyone’s weekend starts out with a bang.
“Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.”
― Oscar Wilde
The summer is sweltering
I’m trying to survive, so I have nothing on
The neighbor lady won’t stop staring
Perhaps I shouldn’t be out here watering my lawn
It’s unseasonably warm
The night will be hotter yet
Let’s get terribly nasty
I wanna drown in your boob sweat!
Tuesday afternoon came around. We had planned on meeting up for lunch at Rosita’s. They have the best tacos on the island. The place was beat up. It looked like it was constructed entirely of driftwood and old metal signs. I ordered the Key West Amber. The barkeep wore peach shorts and a denim shirt buttoned low over a nice, tight tank.
“I’ll have a water, no lemon please.” The sound of her voice broke the love spell.
“Sorry, I was…uh…”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
“How are you?”
“I’m good. It has been a rough start to the week, but it’s early and we’ll rebound.”
“I love that about you.”
“How you always find hope in the situation.”
“What’s the alternative?”
“No, I get it. I just don’t naturally see it.”
“Are you guys ready?” The barkeep asked.
“I’m going to have the taco plate.” Alice’s voice was overly cheery, bordering on patronizing.
“Make that two, please.” I resisted looking at the barkeep, instead keeping my eyes on the menu. I folded it, handing it to her without ever looking up. I’m sure it was awkward for everyone.
“What’s your name, dear?” Alice asked the barkeep.
“Oh, of course it is. ”