The actor

Tzvi Hirsch
Jul 21, 2017 · 2 min read

I take you to a coffee shop run by two lesbians, the small room is just for the two of us.
I can’t stop looking at the way you take off your sandals under the pastel table while we are talking.
You get up, barefoot and you turn the AC on. It works, like your gaze on me.

You ask me if I like you and then you take me to a random bar, we have one glass of arak. You tell me I should let myself go more often. Oh, your laugh is contagious.

We end up at the beach, it’s 6pm. We enter in the hot water, hot as a mint tea, in our underwear. We swim a bit and then I let myself go in your arms. We stay like that for a while, me you and the sea. The sun is kissing our shoulders, I turn around and I kiss you. I close my eyes and I feel awake. We dry on the rocks of Jaffa and at sunset I realize you are like an exotic gardener, because you water my heart.

We come back at night, the sea is jealous of us. We sit in a blanket made of stars and I lose myself with you.

A few days after, I write your name in the sand.

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