The place where the oceans meet the shore
our lips met,
yours dilapidated, ancient;
mine freshly squeezed orange.

We lived,
Avid, weightless for a few days
Giant red, argon balloons floating
Under a velvety, green sky.

Yet when the time came,
You stayed at the Hamptons
I chose a lonely cottage by the bay.
All that remained of our kiss
was broken beer bottles
In sandy beaches turned stony
Angry waves disappearing
the shards everyday.