I can’t imagine
How much sex we might have shared
In the sea
On the shore
In the boudoir
In the bedroom
Always the call-out was for more
I can’t quite say
Why heat made me behave this way
In the time
In the place
On the case
Joining the race
Always the call-out was for more
I am thoroughly exposed
Opened to the sexuality, moved off the chaste
On the sands
On the dunes
Climbing the heights
Singing the tunes
Always the call-out was for more
I enquired of the receptionist
Quasi-mischievously
Does our room
Have a sea view
If so
Which sea can we see
Where might our eyes fall
When we rise in the morning
Where might my heart fall
When I open
The door or the window
How fresh might blow
The salted air
Into those crevices
Into those cracks
On which our memories depend
How rich might be
That sensual experience
In pulling my love
Closer towards me
The harsh
Unforgiving breeze
Or wind
Of Fuerteventura
The warm
Welcoming swell
Of waves
On Formentera
The deep
Hidden unconscious
Of despisement
Unilateral, multilateral
The calm
Mindful awareness
Of being alone
Alone, yet together
Harsh, warm, deep, calm
Breeze, swell, unconscious, awareness
Wind, waves, despisement, being
Unilateral, multilateral, alone, yet together
Chalky white stone
As if the Cotswolds in Ibiza
A two-and-half metre high wall
With blue sky beyond its boundary
Not an ounce of angst
Not one millimetre of disagreement
Concordance in all directions
How so so very different
We wear new hats now
Actually I have no hat at all
But choose the security of the shade
For my full on self-exposure
Unaware of my contribution
To other’s development
I watch for patterns
In the building’s fabric
