we paddle, my lover & I,
small in kayaks through kissing waves--
the sea, a god blue & aching.

We paddle, my lover & I.
Shoreline spruce stand sharp like arrows.
The sea, a god blue & aching, sighs as
we bitterly quarrel on the swells.

Shoreline spruce stand sharp like arrows,
arguments of betrayals & affairs.
We bitterly quarrel on the swells
as raucous seagulls soar over.

Arguments of betrayals & affairs,
cold breath mirrors elemental ocean.
Raucous seagulls soar over, as this
was the last we'd be together, us two.

Cold breath mirrors elemental ocean,
we are small in kayaks through kissing waves.
This is the last we’d be together, us two,
on the ocean, cradled soft by the sky.