By the seashore

and waverly shells and waves

I felt your giggles

warming up my skin

when you hugged me from behind

while poking my back

with the abundance 

of your heavy chest 

Before your dripping hair 

washed the sand off my skin

wheel your fingers 

left my lips shining 

with the glycerine

of your soft palms

Yet now that it’s Me

embracing you from the side 

you decompose your smile 

and oppress your brown eyes 

with those shamefully furrowed brows

claiming my brace cramps your style

and sexually conceal 

the stylish patterns 

of your carefully cohort nudity 

As though

you mean to say 

You aren’t mine 

and that 

I am not yours

any longer