jamie, with her hand down her shorts

summer vacation

i dream of jamie, with her hand down her shorts 

sprawled back on the twin bed, wet bikini at her feet
dripping wet, a lush and shameful touch 
sand-filled shower running in the hotel room 
and then what, and if i was there?

i dream of jamie, back from the beach early and alone.


i dream of jamie, with her hand down my shorts 

teeth at my ear, warm at my hips
how she might be sunny to the taste 
salty somewhere, shiny-warm
and then what, and if she was there?

i dream of jamie, gold rings on my nightstand 


i dream of jamie with my hand down my shorts 

before five o'clock mass, with the car running outside 
as if she's two fingers away, arbitrarily distant 
two fingers, three highways, one ocean away 
and then what, and if i was there?

i dream of jamie, until i can't anymore
until she's gotten me all over her
i dream of jamie, with her hand down her shorts