No Longer Looking

I have stopped looking at the sea today.    
My phone's enough - I do not need the waves      
That smash against the cliffs; nor wild play      
Of damp fingers - my cunt no longer craves      
Them nor your distant cock; I simply feel      
An ebb of breath - never the rushing tide:      
The keys I touch will now limply reveal      
The dullest ideas that won't coincide      
With sensual hopes or fantasies we had:      
Abandoned now, turned away from the sea,      
And those lost reefs like smiles; it feels too sad,      
Remembering how all that enmity,      
Built up into a storm, which we mistook      
For lustful passion. I no longer look.