Costa Brava
here’s to tits. And hot sun,
beaches and sand, oil
and oversized towels.
To skinny tits widely spaced
on broad strong chests,
and to pendulous breasts
swinging like the balls
of great bulls, to pointy tits
and to those distended by time.
here’s to young girls
in string suits and mothers
with nipples swollen by the nurse,
and to the proud round bottoms
of middle age, such succulent fruits
ripened on the vine – here’s
to all the promises, intended
and not, spoken, unspoken
and untried. here’s to the small waves
lapping at her legs, to the sunlight
rising, reflected, shimmering
through the sweet space of never
between her thighs
as she makes her way down
to the water and slips
into the soft blue mouth
of the deep. And here’s to all
the old men staring
from the cafes lining the beach,
each straining his yellowing eyes,
each licking his cracked sandy lips,
each awash in the memory
of the sharp salty tang of the sea.
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