写字时，他并没有望向大海，
他感觉他的笔尖开始颤抖。
潮水越过砂石向外涌去。
但不是这样。不，
那是因为那一刻她选择了
不着一丝衣衫走进房间。
倦眼昏昏，一瞬间，甚至不能肯定
她在哪里。她从前额捋了捋头发。
闭着眼坐在马桶上，
头低下。脚摊开。他从门口
看着她。也许
她还记着那天早上发生的事。
因为过了一会儿，她睁开一只眼望着他。
并且甜蜜地笑。

As he writes, without looking at the sea,
he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
The tide is going out across the shingle.
But it isn't that. No,
it's because at that moment she chooses
to walk into the room without any clothes on.
Drowsy, not even sure where she is
for a moment. She waves the hair from her forehead.
Sits on the toilet with her eyes closed,
head down. Legs sprawled. He sees her
through the doorway. Maybe
she's remembering what happened that morning.
For after a time, she opens one eye and looks at him.
And sweetly smiles.