we have different bodies here?
My legs lounge carelessly over yours
Uncaring of the angle and closeness of limbs
mine or yours.
They do not talk to seduce
Skin on skin is just drowsy and friendly.
Our stomachs protrude on beer and prawns
Sand-encrusted feet graze against each other
heads thrown back insolently, almost,
To a sun unused to our honesty.
My hands seem always in yours
Fingers tracing the almost-forgotten mounds of your palms.
Someone slowed the speed
and your kisses are nearly as long
as they were when we waited outside the door
at 4 am after stealthy dates,
a lifetime ago.
Our bodies do not fly or fight here
They gently rock unto themselves
Did you notice?
Our bodies are different here.
© Anita Vasudeva, Feb 2006