the sand dunes

I remember how cold the sand
was
as we lay down
under a full moon, the ocean
spread noisily
beyond the dunes.
we were alone, just the two
of us.
we wanted to make love,
but there was the sand to deal
with.
we had no place to go,
no room, no car.
we were young and deeply in
some sort of infatuated,
child like love.
we did the best we could,
with shirts and sweaters,
the cold sand.
I wonder even now, so many
years later, if she
remembers how surreal
and wonderful it all was.