a visitor

I’m at home.

In the kitchen, alone.

Kids at school.

I’m washing dishes.

Daydreaming out the window.

About swimming.

And how long it has been since I felt the cool water on my skin.

Felt the freedom of my whole body floating

Lying on my back looking at the sky.

My mind starts to wander

To that time

When I travelled to Morocco over spring break

To see you

After you begged me on the phone.

I could hardly understand you.

And why did you sound like you were crying?

So many years ago.

A few weeks ago, I had just come across your Facebook page after all those years.

I almost fainted when I saw your face.

Those sad eyes.

Thinning hair.

And why did you not smile in the profile picture?

Your eyes and your face

had always had such a mischievous wile.

The years had not been kind to you

I supposed.

Marco told me as much,

“He lost his girl in the past and he travelled all over looking for a replacement,” he had scoffed.

Funny, I thought you said you and he were friends.

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That day in the dunes

A few minutes private

Just me and you

I slipped my hand in your pants.

Made you squirm

Nervously.

Dunes are nice little pockets

For lusty couples

I thought as I nuzzled my lips on your neck.

Hand gripping your stiffness.

Embracing the veins with my fingers.

Mmmm

Two tongues joined now

Eagerly lapping each other

Lost in a moment

Until...

A knock on the door

And I’m wondering

Did I order something?

I dry my hands.

I open the door.

There he stands.