We slid into my car
At 4:14 according to the clock
On the tape player
Which was never set.
It was a sunny morning
Heating our spontaneous bodies
With the sudden lust of adventure.
I steered us over the
Windy mountain freeway,
The way free to Santa Cruz.
She carped about my driving.
We selected a pair of trunks
For me: garish yellow
With parrots and palm trees.
We bought bread and wine
And picnic cheese and fruit,
And stopped at a lawn sale
To buy a sheet to lay on for a dollar.
We parked on PCH,
Wended a path between
Fields of kale,
And indulged
On the beach
In the sun
In the heat.
The world spun away
In the sweet and moist
Of her kisses.
A woman walked by
Wearing only a sweatshirt.
My hand lay easy
On the firm of Jewel’s bottom
Beneath her swimsuit.
The ideal roar of
     Passion and surf
          Left me buzzing.