There wasn't much left I could do.
The swells were becoming steeper.
I held her tight.
Night was descending.
Our swollen lips made it difficult to speak.
My eyes felt as if they'd been slit with a razor.
She stopped saying anything.
Something below tugged at her.
An appalling fright met the Biscayne sea gushing into my mouth.
I turned her towards me. “I love you.”
My fingers, her arms, the way the water sloshed between us was like music and we were dancing.
She was snatched from my arms
and I drove a fist into this interlocutor
who would end our enchanted evening.