on the beach

i saw the acid in his eyes.
in drugged disbelief for a happiness that usually evaded him.
bob marley de-corking from his sandy ears.

his weekend marked by one-night stands.
the spanish cecila.
she's not breaking his heart, but he can't get her out of his head.
his sun squeezed body hair making me want to touch him.

we burough silent, still.
averting our eyes from the saddening, happy lovers.
ravaging never proves to be enough.
not for these dank minds.

said "Lack" between wine gulps.
said "Rain" would sooth and fuel.
won't we ravish each other anyway.
before the jet plane.