Beach Series: Maui
Maybe it was the first and worst time, when I kissed your sunburnt neck on the beach, in the tropic Spring heat, and you said I want this forever. And I suddenly felt terrible, like drowning, like a premonition of death, because in that split second you meant it. That was where we began, but maybe that was where we were thrown overboard. Maybe you swam to shore alone.
Maybe we were sweeter when you believed you could keep feeding me easy secrets. Maybe that was true when we played our game that numb Summer, before the shocking heartlessness of cold weather. Maybe you overwhelmed me with elegance and pear brandy and sexy irreverence. Maybe I was a mirage, sizzling into nonexistence when you tried to make me real.
