We found a beach where you got out of your eager face and into something tanned. There were boaters whizzing by and we waved at them like everyone else. From one of the boats my ex was looking good and he also waved, which pleased me.
I was sitting on the shore beside your moneybelt and my coat of hope watching you swim. Your dimples and cupid lips were on show, leaving smart, sexy, and beautiful to me.
Later you referred to woe caused by your wife, and promised rainbows over our future back deck.
That summer we drank too much. Our pleasure happened regularly and was not afraid of hard work. But in the end it was the idea of rainbows that sank the affair. 