A lad and lass, in a hottest day,
On the shore of Elliot Beach, at dusk
Stood pressed, her hands round his nape,
His circling her waist, inviting each wave
To get drenched and pressed still more-
A sight that triggered in me a jealousy,
A sign that I am under menopause.
29.05.2003
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