Her narrow eyes , her oval face and her coy smile .. these are perhaps her most perculiar features. Her breast. The two, forced together by her bras…. She seemed naive … excited at the thought of an intention and the thrill of being on the boat… Her lips quivered as she let out her coy smile…

From where I was seated I looked… only looking from the corner of my eyes: her body seemed tender… and her hands too… hard-worked hands wrinkle… but hers were supple and tender. She’s not been out there much… her clothes and the way she wore them, showed. I can’t describe… large skirt..scarf on head… brown old looking top… she’s from a humble home, I thought.

She was seated with other two girls ,one her co-equal and another younger.. she looked 10.

They all talked with intention in their eyes…. Their conversation peaked my curiousity …

I looked on.

When the boat arrived on the Island… I saw the sailor walk with her to a cabin… leaving the other two girls. Then came for some fries and a beer.

Two hours later when we were ready to leave… she came out… beaming with smiles… and giggling with her friends… While the sailor kept jumping around .. exhilarated….

Hm.

The girl,the sea and the boat…. The sea has a way of opening you up… its influence leads to a carefree attitude … Yes it does.. the subtle influence of the ebb of the waves .. receeding and later recovering and covering more… Keeps knocking… employing your heart and your being … to open up to its great expanse.. to possibilities… to desire…

And when the night comes and the moon is full a lot is brought to surface… all.. even the reclused.. the reticent… the covert…

The moon shows all light….