You and me, spread over a bed
yearning for the waves and cocktails.
We had plans, you and me,
of love, of fright, of patience and surprises.
My hands caressed the mounds of your breasts,
you toyed with my hair;
how seemingly infinite some moments are.
You giggled hoarsely,
worn out from lovemaking,
and smacked my hand away.
Remember how we were yesterday?
You and me, concerned about the love.
I sat by the window,
you sat on the bed,
gulping in the silence,
unable to find words
to fill the void of patience.
