Torrential waves of

Nostalgia thrash on

The forlorn shore

Of by body

Every time

The pregnant moon

That is your mouth

Parts to pour me over

With a kiss.

A ship of memories

Voyages across the 

Tumult of our wreck,

Carry with it

A bittersweet treasure 

Of pleasure

 And pain, heading 

Toward gray oblivion.

A point

Of no return,

Mapped on the sails

Of our combined

Laughter, now

Torn apart by the 

Inevitability of 

The unknown.