Enthralled: Paranormal Diversions (Wicked Lovely 5.50)

gathering the moisture she missed.

Water beads on the cup,

plummets fearlessly,

like a skater on a half-pipe.

When it reaches her skin,

it joins her sweat

and travels on,

over her waist

and under the string of her

candy-striped bikini.

I could write an entire song

about the journey

of that one drop of sweat.

But I turn away.

It feels wrong to watch.

These girls are here to be seen,

but not by someone they can’t see.

So guilt keeps me from lingering.

I may be dead,

but I’m still Catholic.

I head for the boardwalk

to find someone

who can speak my words to Mickey.

I can’t use Aura

or my little brother, Dylan,

or anyone else I care about.

Only a stranger

won’t judge

me

or Mickey