We used to come here when our blood was pure
And the only intoxication we needed was the wind
Of the water that spoke with the sand.
When our logic betrayed us
And the sun seemed to dissolve amidst the blue
From the corners of eyes.
Then you aged like grapes in cellars
And I like rain-trodden steel,
Finding, feeling, knowing
Till I couldn’t breathe
Maybe I’ve thought this before.