During that sunny summer,
we had been obsessed
from the time that we had met
to spend time together
on the beach and in bed.
The summer’s end had been prefigured,
as was the end
to that which had drawn you to me,
some memories remain
of sexual radiance, of almost endless bliss
but now there is only nothingness,
and a strange kind of pain…
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