a girl named Beatrice
\ntaught me what to do with my desire
\nwhile lying on the concrete apron
\nbeside the town swimming pool,
\neyes turned skyward watching
\nboys mount high, sliced cream
\nacross the sun, standing, arms wide
\ncontemplating their dive, thinking only
\nof stride, nip, tuck, turn, while I lie
\nsweat sliding down my side, lips glossed,
\nthighs touching, belly bare, thinking-
\noh, god! the curve of his arms,
\nthe shine of his hair, the way his lips
\npuff out-\u00a0 and then he\u2019s off, into the air
\nfeet clear, body arching, jackknifing down,
\nshear into the blue-green, rising
\nwith a shake of his head, hand quickly
\nslicking back hair, then striking out
\nto the edge where he lifts his body
\nand twists to sit, leaving two
\nwet half moons before he grabs
\nup his towel and finds me and Bea.
\nShe shields her eyes and calls, \u201cHi, Mike!\u201d
\nand begins to banter while I watch
\nher style, always holding his eyes, words
\nsliding like oil over skin, never penetrating
\nbeneath the surface, only hinting at
\nwhat really is on both their minds,
\ntossing jokes like sizzling rocks,
\nsitting on the edge flirting, leaning in,
\nschooling me in this most
\nheat driven style,
\nlearning to lick with my eyes,
\nto put common names
\nto my intense desire.<\/p>\n
Published by: a girl named Beatrice taught me what to do with my desire while lying on the concrete apron beside the town swimming pool, eyes turned skyward watching boys mount high, sliced cream across the sun, standing, arms wide contemplating their dive, thinking only of stride, nip, tuck, turn, while I lie sweat sliding down my … <\/p>\n
\nApparatus Magazine<\/em>
\nFebruary 2010<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"