Ritual

 
Monday morning
early
finding my sunbed spot before another soul
my interruption from my book wasn't so bad
as he stood blocking out the early morning rays
asking if I'd like an umbrella
though distracted I was by his tanned physic
and Red speedos

Remembering to smile and look up
trying not to over play my imaginative stare
so smiling I gave a yes

Tuesday morning
again he asked
his speedos were now many colours
as he stood waiting on my reply
waking up from my imaginative dream
involving his chest hair
I smiled and accepted

Wednesday arrived
so did he
in bright white speedos
stood where he always stood
within touching distance
the pause was obvious to just us
as he graciously allowed me my holiday moment
of looking him over in silent glorious detail
to remember the moment for future salacious references
before he walked away without word spoken.

Oh yeah
I'll be calling upon those moments later
on my long flight home.