Today we lay on the rocks in the harbor. Scratchy sand fleas hopped from rock to rock and crittered along the soft inside of my arm. I was with you, on our backs against a sun-warmed rock. So close to the water, so close to the birds and the wind and each other. This was a moment of time where I only loved you. Nothing else. I fell asleep on your chest as we lay down there at the bottom of the harbor. A place where usually only squirrels and vermin ventured, but we were there. We were the most beautiful vermin on the rocks. I slept on you. I felt the serenity of everything that was calm and harmless. I asked you burning yet unimportant questions and you followed after with yours.

 "Have you ever thought about me dieing?"
"Have you thought about having kids?"
"Have you ever been mad at me beyond words?"
"Did you want to have sex with your prom date?"

Those types.

We became part of the grass, the rocks, the water, the sea, and you kissed my red stained lips. I am your warmest responsibility and we were so perfect in that moment.
What do I do with you?