Bikinis cut high on the thigh
As ladies sip at sex on the beach
And men take slugs of lager drinks,
Eyeing each other up, wandering
What could happen when the sun goes down.
But while the heat of of noon day stings
Girls climb on lads’ shoulders, throwing balls
Over volleyball nets. And a cute couple
Hide in a corner, kissing in shade
Feeling invisible and wrapped in love.
But as darkness falls and the music lowers
Pills and joints appear from pockets
And conversations turn to something deep,
Like life after death, and what’s written in the stars?
They fall asleep, wrapped in towels,
Arms and legs all tangled as they breathe
In unison, not knowing what the dawn will bring.