Lonely for sex
the light has
a blue fume.
We skinny dip
& kiss in the pool
shaped like a monkey tail
canal. We name
her Frieda & whisper as we move
so a rent-a-cop
from Cuernavaca can’t see
our amoebic secrecy.
O what is
at night if not our vast reflected
paradise. Filthy dirty
like two
moon’s fugitives. What is
this about the Yucatan
Peninsula so you
feel free to be
with me? At home we fear
such nudity.
Here, we’re once. We like the radiance.
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