Not all men want to chase after pretty young things. Jim Elledge’s “Mister,” for example, ponders sex on the beach, and opts for another martini.
MISTER IN CONDADO’S
EBB AND FLOW
The martini glass’ sweat drops when Mister
lifts it to his lips. A little dirty—
like sex. The vodka room temperature,
the sky fills with cumulous that skims
the ocean’s crests out his seaside window.
No gulls. No pelicans. Only pigeons.
Guys crisscrossed the beach. One offered Mister
his ass. Mister’s handsome, the guy’s hungry,
younger than Mister, hungry, and so sure
Mister would give in. His body’s sleek, slim,
ripe. Yes, ripe and sun-kissed, but not hot, though
on hand and eager. Mister, far from young,
declined. Mister won’t surrender to youth,
makes a third drink, adds even less vermouth.
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Editor’s Note: This isn’t the first time Jim Elledge has published with us. For the further (mis)adventures of “Mister,” check out “Mister, the Accidental Eaves Dropper.”
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