A Boat

that seats one thousand of your closest friends 
Is drifting with ocean miles in each direction. 
The captain will steer her wherever the sun begins, 
While I soak in the taste of 15 proof protection. 

Folded strings of hair released from under baseball caps 
Bend at their roots to feast their tips on sultry skies. 
Hawaiian flowers threaded on bikini wraps 
Fade in the sun while thighs bathe in chlorine tides. 

Floating in a half empty Bloody Mary, 
I press my parched lips around the damp celery green. 
Alcohol and humid rays can be scary 
When you think you are the vodka tomato queen.

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