Whenever he would visit her
she tasted freshly on her lips
the spindrift where they met, a spur
to friendship — and apocalypse?
Trained a marine biologist
like her, he seemed a gentle soul.
They needed no psychologist
to see shared values, and shared goal.
On hands and knees in ebbing tide
they’d be delighted with a shell
they had not yet identified...
He was as sweet as muscatel —
but if he should suggest they wed
would they be equals breaking bread?
