We have spent the day at the beach
(my lover—my mistress—my paramour)
our towels merely feet from the tide
as close as we can get is what we want
We lay side by side and fall asleep
(the heat—the sounds—the mist)
the tides creep closer to our slumber
bodies paralyzed by liquid dreams
Washing out to sea with no cares
(divorce—family feuds—sunburns)
floating on the endless sea grass
we finally crack open the Pouilly Fuisse
Drink my love, drink
and I will drink to thee
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