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 shadow at night if not our vast reflected barbed-wired 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.