As the beach sun etches your skin gold, you spend time putting on your face, draping your body with discarded clothes from Goodwill.
Your mouth in my ear with words that fill the space between me and your breasts, my heartbeat is all I can hear. It’s loud; pulsating like a tsunami siren. Sometimes, love seems that way.
Rummaging each other for what’s left of what we’re given, or until something changes in us and we move forward with what we have and hunt for more of what we love about each other.
