They stand with their arms tightly around each other a mixture of flesh, so rich in days where the sea touches the land she wants to tell him the truth But the wind eats her words where the sea ends she holds his hand, trembling and kissed him on the forehead She carries the evening in her chest and knows that she must wither away she lays her head in his lap and asks for a last kiss and then he kissed her where the sea ends her lips, delicate and pale and his eyes tear up