Belmar

So

I'm at the beach

Laying on a blanket.

Beautiful women everywhere. 

360 degrees 

Of feminine stomach

Ass

And thighs.

At the beach

I don’t look at faces so much

Or listen to their

Conversations.

That would kill the illusion.

I just observe

Like I am in a bird sanctuary

Or an animal preserve

Or sitting in a modern art museum.

I revel in all of the details

That makes each woman unique

And original.

The colorful plumage

The stoic gate

The palette and brushstroke

That captures the curve of a muscle.

There's a cutie with a booty

Laying out right in front of me. 

Alternatively

But no less appreciative

A black guy bounces by 

With his crew 

And I hear him say 

"Oh shit!”

“I'd roll my weed on dat ass!".

I heard poetry in his critique.