• Heung Aiden

To J

I’m by the pool, immersed

in the blue memory

of the sea. And he is there,

in shorts, half hidden in the beach umbrella,

the sun has drawn sensual lines

upon his chest—

It’s a land unexplored, a legend

unread, an erotic joke

to be cracked open by witty tongues.

A beautiful man

worthy of a verse or two.

He doesn’t see me.

With a leap he descends into the water,

as into a mirror dignified

by a face.

*published in the 2019 autumn issue of Mekong Review Vollume 4 Issue 16

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