the last time i held your hands
our shadows were disappearing along the Atlantic coast
the mist kissing our cheeks
the seas quite solitude
washing away at the soles
of each others feet
than finally
curtains drawing
the fog swallowing
our bodies going
a silence endearing
we listend
of the farewells
of our hands collapsing
to the denim of your pants
and the linen of my dress
did we bid our final goodbyes

baby, you were good to me
and **** it
didn't you smile