Holiday Romance

In winter you remember that thin breeze,
sails cutting lines through postcard blue,

sandcastles swallowed by the shuffling tide,
starfish bleached in shallow pools,

ice creams melting on a boardwalk bench,
jingling silver in the penny arcade,

hand in hand, sand in shoes,
seaweed kisses in the pier’s shade,

the livid V on your pale throat,
prosecco lips, insincere avowals,

smoke rings looping through paper sky,
fumbled undressing in a tent of towels.