stark
white
linen
underneath
your sunburnt body,
salted breeze singing through the door,

aloe vera dried on your skin,
my hands ocean-pruned,
our bellies
bloated
with
drink,

sand
sunk
into
cuticles,
bottoms of feet cracked,
blisters sure to form tomorrow:

i find it hard to care, my love,
about discomforts
yet to come,
as you
lie
still