The bonfire left ash in your drink. The sea was rolling blindly outside our sphere of light on the beach. I kissed you drunk on the lips. I kissed you high on your thighs. The world toiled in its movements as we fell beneath the aching moon, finally hurting, finally pleasing; finally ending all of the question marks with the solution of our *** in the sand. I kissed you drunk on the lips and told you that I loved you. The bonfire left ash in your drink. The night let life in your heart.