We lie on the rocky seashore, the night sky spread wide like an eager lover. We were talking but I was distracted, our fingers were nearly touching and I was electrified. Then you slid out of your clothes; I was determined not to look at the narrow beauty of you. But I was compelled to join you in the water; a cool kiss on my skin in the thick humidity. You slipped beneath the still, dark surface seizing my wrist gently to take me further out to sea. (and, God, I was willing) Then you reappeared, you hair plastered to your face, and for a wild moment I wondered if that's what Jesus looked like. And as I tried to figure this out, I became aware that you were slowly coming closer, and closer. We watched each other like two battle weary cats, projecting our intentions so there could be no mistake. Then you were hovering above me, and I swallowed with difficulty, licking my lips to prepare for the inevitable. It began gently, as if testing the waters but, fire began roiling through my veins and I just... let go. It was as if the sky caught fire and I could still see the fierce blaze through my tightly shut eye lids.