It's easy to fall in love in Cape Cod or
     the Vineyard or Nantucket in season, with
     roaring seas and ocean winds flying kites.
     Late afternoon we lie together in youth's
     embrace eating forbidden fruit. We love.

     It's tough to love after a broken heart.
     Plagued by bitter memories and subtle hints to
     look elsewhere. Doubting my appeal I try guilt.
     It just takes longer to the final gasp of death.
     Move on. There's no changing our chemistry.