When July arrived
we left for Mykonos

After the grey of London,
after the cold sliced between us
like the crack of dawn
through a closed curtain,
we thought a month
of light and warmth
was all we needed

All we had
was sex

You wanted me
to suck your cock
that first night

I was tired

Gimme a thousand drachmas
I said jokingly

You did

So I did

Next morning
we strolled the shore
watching local fishermen
clean their catch

as behind them,
beyond the sand,
on bone-white pavement
shaded by vendor umbrellas,
the women were waiting,
readying their stands with ice
for the days' trade

We swam in waters
crisp as spearmint, then
wandered the lane-ways,
the winding
white-washed paths
that snaked the island

We stopped to explore
a little house
abandoned,
tucked away behind a
cascade
of brilliant bougainvillea

You fucked me
against the rough wall,
each thrust
an unspoken plea
for more than what we had

Later that night,
after the meal,
after the clubbing,

laying on damp sheets,
your face between my thighs -

I knew
this was all
it was

When July came to an end
I flew home,
tanned

the taste of salt
still faint upon my skin

.