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A small coffee house along the beach on a rainy Friday evening.
Unexpected, unprecedented, unbalanced.
Traipsing in from the rain, sunken into a plastic chair.
Dripping from tears, wringing out the droplets and waiting.
One small note in my left hand.
One large coffee in my right.

Ruby stained lips sipping hot liquid,
Burning my tongue and scalding the roof of my mouth,
Not noticing the moment you entered,
But never forgetting it.

Your blue eyes met my brown ones.
Your smile found a home in mine.
Knowing a shared kiss or touch lay in wait.
Moments away, moments behind.

You rise.
I fall.
I rise.
Your hand slipped into mine.
The rain falls faster now, thicker.
The tapping against the ground as steps bring us from warmth to cold.

Short run to the pier, short run up the steps.
Short run to the end of the walk.

Black waves crashing, lapping against wood and stone.
Body leaned over the railing, gazing out over mist encompassed storm.
Winds beckoning..
Your arms surrounding.
Waist held tightly.
Skin crushing against skin.

I smile.
You sigh.
I whisper.
You laugh.
I turn.
You touch.
I whisper.
You smile.
We cry.

Lifted atop the rail..
Skin crushing skin.
Where does one end..
Where do you begin?

Noses touch.
Lip plays against lip.
I whisper.
Never realizing we are so close to an ending.

Harder..the rain beats down upon us.
Faster, harder, crying, weeping.

Melting..

The kiss.
Lingering, lustful, lost.
Sensual, Sweet, Sucking.

Lips against lips.
Warmth against storm's wail.

We part..
We die..

Goodbye.