ARTEMIS

I saw Jesus rise from the water at Venice Beach, surfboard in hand. Everything seemed cool for him since the resurrection. It was all an easy glide now that the hard part was over. I biked past him smiling, feeling only the wind and the sun. Women clothed in water and bikinis glided through the sand. I headed towards them and towards Malibu. All I could think of was the queen of my heart. The way she smiles at me. The way her smile brings me joy. Her body, like an ancient statue, sculpted to perfection, lean muscle and smooth flesh, skin like roses. My love, my great love. She is my Artemis, roaming through the sand volleyball in hand. I see her up ahead. I'll stop. We'll go together and make love.