winter smoldered against our faces, ash gray and black lined our cheekbones–
no, that was just my cigarette. we had abandoned my car to look for warmth
and found frigid waves instead–i should’ve brought a blanket, dammit—
bottles of brandy keep the bloodcurrents flowing–i don’t drink! i yelled
over the surf and all i can remember is the sea’s shush telling me to be quiet
and i was quiet for a while, thinking about how lucky we were to be in love
where we were sitting, staring at the sea but still i was always waiting for
him to turn his head, to turn his head away from the sea, to look at me.