The Beach House
A Poem by TTBoy
The sand did not creep between
our toes
yet we wiggled and writhed it
into crevaces that sought other things.
What we did together
not even the sun was hotter
When we streaked into your
Dad’s Beach House,
I did not expect him to be present.
Just the mere sight of his sunglasses
laying on the counter caused my
blindness to what I just had out on
the piece of land he owned for whoever
wanted to see without
admission
And when you added your Dad’s
sunglasses to your face,
His presence and force softened
as you looked better in them.
Not having to beg you to keep
them on while over and over again,
we continued our open behavior
on his bed
From his eyes
I saw myself
and a part of Him called out
My Name,
softly, moanfully, painfully
Continuously
