Another day at the office for Tony.

I have a new appreciation for beach volleyball.

Traumatized by the sudden shift in balance

the bed groans as the floor receives your toes

Traversing barefoot across the room

Shadows expose your figure to the delighted walls

Red satin leisurely slips around your ankles

your bare skin pressed against chilled porcelain

Instantly I envy the goose bump on your thigh

accepting with pleasure its short lived existence

The sun is streaming through the washroom window

basking on your face like a spotlight on a celebrity

and I, the paparazzi, snapping memories

beside your warm indentation on the agitated mattress.

Calvino Luciano

Bond Girl Sketch

I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.

Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
thinking about Spain,
checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.

But for now I try to imagine what
this must look like to the fish below,
the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.

Billy Collins