A lad and lass, in a hottest
day,
On the shore of Elliot Beach,
at dusk
Stood pressed, her hands
round his nape,
His, circling her waist,
inviting each wave
To get drenched and pressed
still more-
A sight that triggered in me
a jealousy,
A sign that I am under
menopause.
29.05.2003
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