was relentless
down
the long stretch of beach
gone grey,
and cold.
it was hard to tell
where the sky began
and the water
ended.
the wind kept
pushing the ocean towards
us. the sand and salt
in the air.
what could we do but
make love,
and make love some more.
now every time
it rains,
i think of you.
the curtains pulled back
on the wide
window.
our bodies side by side.
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