It is almost summer in Florida, and young (and old) men's minds turn to you know what.
As I float in the pool,
I shield my eyes from the afternoon sun.
It is bright,
and heats my skin
to tanning temperature.
I think about you.
As the water
laps at my toes,
cooling them
briefly,
before retreating behind a cloud,
I think about you.
As I lazily contemplate
my inward looking navel,
and try to clear my mind of all distractions,
I think about you.
I wonder whether
I will ever again,
think about anything else.
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