With a setting sun on the horizon
the cool ocean breeze becomes a barrage of icy particles.
two bodies shivering to create friction
as if these two bodies did not have enough friction between them.
the freezing water reaching its flowing fingers out to them
stretching like a panicked wife whose wedding ring slipped down the drain
but never truly able to join in their caress.

This cold caress that still produces no warmth.

Three words are sighed out of desperation
to end the noise of the endless splashing persistence
of the great crashing waves of the ocean
trying to find warmth where there is none.