Sand, rhum and glasses

My hair smell like rhum. Matteo has covered my beard with beer. I don't see anything, everything is unfocused. In front of me, Milo, with his azure corean wind-whishing shirt, he moves his arms like you'd imagine sea waves. Ondulatory. So, he's drunk. He has given me a Peroni bottle full of gin, and he talks and talks calling his dick: my picchio.
I can't be steady, the sand under my naked feet folds up and moves, and I stagger.
Everything is unfocused because I swam with my glasses on.
Milo says: "Twelve times a day, we loved each other, when we met a year ago, in the Uk"
I stagger, and the Milo's face and arms move further, move nearer, they change perspective.
He says: "At the end, my picchio hurted" and he makes waves with his arms.
I like Milo because he makes a big difference between "have sex" and "make love". I stopped him two minutes ago saying: "We're mates". He asked me of what, and I said: of far loves. His face is, now in the dark, now in the light, now in the dark, depends on the lenght of the flames of the bonfire behind. Every two weeks, they see each other every two weeks.
Like this, filthy of rhum, beer and sea salt, with just my wet swimsuit on, I lay on the sand.
"But - he says, while I'm drinking some Peroni gin - but the intensity of those two days every two weeks, it's an intensity so strong, so intense that I would never feel like this with any other relathionship".
He lays too, but on his towel. All his allowance, he spends all his allowance to get to Milan.
"Then, after two days you have to leave - he says - and, Christ, you cry every time"
I didn't cry for the school, for the driver license's exame failure, for god, for the exams, for my folks. Usually I never cry, but, yes, it's true. Like a kid.
I say, it's cockeyed, this thing. I mean, sex, you can have sex with anybody, but if you want to make love, so cockeyed.
My mouth is dry, my face faces the clouds and the dark night, I'm not sure if it's clear, what I'm saying.
After twenty minutes I was plunging, I realized that I got in the water with my glasses on.
He says: "Yes indeed! - other waves - I mean, to have sex you would need, it would be enough any girl - he widen his arms towards the beach - but instead, to make love..."