Poem by Alexandra Bakonika

THE LAST GARMENT

For a long time he had courted her
and when he found her on the beach
among acquaintances and friends
he spread his towel beside her
and as they lied very close, he touched her.
He got lucky
and was somehow surprised
by her immediate response
she stood up and led him
to a secluded remote beach
where they stopped
and from experience gained from former
love affairs
she knew the heat
she caused when she stood stark naked
and throwing off the final piece of her garments
she started going in and out of the water
many times and flamboyantly
as if to tell him

die wanting me

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Boreas

With sharpened fangs and

grasping talons

they depict Boreas

though its benevolence

runs smoothly through your veins 

as my hand under satin blouse

follows contour of your nipple

and the Boreas sings

for us two hiding

in the terrace loveseat

secluded from

the neighbor’s conspiring eyes

and you said

I enjoy the wind’s caress on my legs

as I do your fingers on my nipple

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Spring Longing

He was startled by a bloomed tree in the unkempt park.

The maid with the sailor on the bench.

The open horse carriage in front of the suburb

            bus station.

Haven’t that longing and indeed the trust

            got tired?

Surely the young girl in the opposite house

had climbed on a chair to hang the light, white

curtain. She didn’t hang it. She stepped down.

She stopped in front of the mirror and touched her

breasts.

            The curtain looked elsewhere, with one

shoulder leaning to the side as if waiting for her

other hand to touch the other shoulder.

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