A Day At The Beach

by Brian Hawkins

I can imagine us lying in the sand

at the lake, your toes tracing memories

around discarded bait buckets and cigarette butts.

I close my eyes to see you loosen your top

as you turn your back to the sun

while I open my book and pretend not

to read, sneaking peaks at the edges

of your small breasts

over, under, and around the empty pages.

You glance at me and smile,

reaching out to touch my hand,

but only for a moment

so that your tan will be even there, too.

I imagine that I imagine

sliding next to you,

tossing your bikini

and the rest of the trash

aside as we screw our parts together

before the family finishing their chicken and watermelon

at the table by the swings notices

that we are so in love.