wind that disperses the scent, pushing it closer to the deck that warm bodies are perched on.
warm bodies that have full bellies that grow painful each time they laugh.
bellies that have been aching for the last few hours, because the laughter is harmonising with body cries.
salt air that blankets them.
salt air so inebriating it forces them into admission.
sweet confessions whispered over mugs (warm and full).
songs of 'i love you' swept up by the moon, only to be caught in trees, (let the words nestle here, please. close to the ground, before they are taken by the breeze).
and for a moment here, they forget themselves, forget the world, and just be.