we cook and laugh and eat   eat

too much   laugh

until we cry   eat even more   go

to the beach   watch surfers and gulls   kids

making sand castles   so

sweet that kids still make sand

castles   swim and bask until the sun

sets   then flee the

chill   back to the apartment   to warmth   to

make merry   it isn't always like this   but

it is now   sated in every

way   replete in the afterglow of

sensation   cognizant of   but reluctant to

rejoin   already in progress   the days of our lives