156. The pleasantly sore evening encounter

I should have been warned
that godzilla could be beautiful
while still being insidious

I should have been warned
that there was no point
pruning my chocolate-brown love nest
just because the tide was low

I should have been warned
that hurricanes change course
at short notice-
sometimes without notice-
and ravage the coast

I should have been warned
that silence is an aphrodisiac
and my heart is an amnesiac

I should have been warned
of neon lamps and mirages
and wet paint and dry ice

I should have been;
but well, I was not!

and so there I was
making a death wish
in a foreign language

Though the beach bon-fire tried hard
to scorch the sea
we died together
with a piece of him in me,
while his moans left rocks
on the virgin shore
which the wild warm waves
couldn't wash away.

Thank god,
I chose to ditch our funeral date
Thank god
he did not wake up for breakfast!!