sun, sea, sand, and sex
in his grasp, a tightly held glass
salsa and tex-mex
one rounded ass
and one concave.
in the shade of a straw hat,
still acting brave
wreathed in flowers and belly fat,
his monstrous appetite
and full-length face
ate everything in sight,
enjoying the chase
standing up or sitting down,
famously sincere,
into the imaginary center of town
with nothing to fear.
hysterical for a new start,
dressed for dinner
but reluctant to depart,
growing strangely thinner
wine, tea, pastries, and caviar,
sausage and beer
looking for you as you are
with nothing to fear.
willing to know,
to memorize the part
on a white grand piano
of a genuine heart.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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