She had watched the men running
At
She had pursed her lips at their
Palpable fear
Women frown at the sexual contradiction, the beast chasing
the man
At least the ones who are tired of sex.
Those who still warm to a touch on a nipple
Sigh
And accept both the beast and the man.
Zelda took a shower in the middle of the afternoon
She had dreamed of making love in the heat behind the shades
Of a fan-driven hotel in Merida.
It was only a dream.
Even so, trickles of sweat formed between her thighs and at
the small of her back as she
Remembered the dream
She ordered a martini and took it to the balcony
To watch the bulls.
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