Provincetown

To my
surprise,
I saw
Linda,
whose
tawny eyes
matched
her hair,
stride
across the
sand
to where
I lay
on my
Betty Boop
beach towel.

Self-assured,
as was
her way,
she wordlessly
lifted me up
in her arms
and carried me
to the
veranda
of a bar
overlooking
the sea,

where six other
women,
tanned and
lithe, were
gathered—

every shade
of brown and
gold, every
color eyes.

She placed me
in their
midst, and when
I leaned to
kiss her,

the group
began
to slowly
slither upon
itself, until
we coalesced
in one
prolonged
caress of
glistening
sweat and
womanflesh.

On the beach,
my Betty Boop
blanket lay
like a
cast-off
raiment—

Someone
will stride
across
the sand
and pick
her up
one day.