End of the affair.
Dawn gulps
the last dregs of night
bringing the sun to burn
and seagull’s to fight.
A breathless breath stains scarlet
the pale wanderer’s cleaved hide
while idle stones chatter
panned by a flattened tide.
Infant waves rankle
sand’s smooth brow
and the sea claims land
the shore surrendering, for now.
Feet wade and fade
cold swallowing the sun
looking down
what was two is now none.
