Our skin was slowly turning apricot,
because it was never meant to be brown.
We let the colors swim before our eyes,
drinking white wine out of paper cups
and counting freckles until the world turned upside down.
Our heads ached because sleep eluded us in the night
taking a vacation from keeping us warm.
You shivered in the dark and I felt it in my bones.
I held your hand at midnight and you didn't refuse,
Placing kisses on my temples to ward off the pain.
We called each other Victorian names
drank tea on the cold sand
and laughed at the oceans roar.
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