And then he lifted her by her thin waist above his head, offering her silky flesh to the sun. The ocean swayed their young bodies with the current but was no match. saltwater trickled down her abdomen and onto his face just below her suspended body.
Golden, muscular flesh of youth put to work by nature.
I was much younger, probably about 17 or 18. I sat on a New Jersey beach and watched them express their love with out speaking. Smiles and laughter and a pure white innocence; it was as wholesome as a photograph in some summer fashion catalog. Their devotion was not swayed by immature malicious jokes. Looking back now, I realize that I was making fun of them out of jealousy.
I knew it back then, I just didn't have the capacity to put it into words.
I was born to live alone.
I would never get the chance stand in the ocean and offer my beautiful concubine to the sky.
Those pleasures are reserved for a subtitle conscience; the direct opposite of mine. My head and the words it puts together will put more and more miles between myself and true love with every week.
The day I find someone to truly care for is the day I find a woman with a stronger back than mine.
Stay away from me, or you too will lug my burdens like an iron halo.
To be alone is sparing another soul the death march.
That's the least I can do for humanity.
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