Last time

midday sun-soothing
comfort,
us,
out on those rocks
in the water
drinking whatever
will keep us cool
and liberated

"the day's real nice," you say
and smile

the sun's all in my eyes,
and I get the feeling
I wanna boogie-woogie with you
till the night's through,

and I look into your eyes,
and the astronauts couldn't see a
solar storm this strong
when you start
beaming,
shooting off rays

"sure is," I say, "the day's real
nice,"

and neither of us have anywhere to
go,
so we stick around
and touch lips
and touch toes