what sadness to finally swim
towards asphalt
because that’s how blind waves become approaching
the steel breasts of summer’s end
after i know
what pleasure is
to be suspended weightless
in your arms
smiling
naked as a delicate blue southern night
how could i ever love anyone or anything else
after such pleasure of being yours?
… i, a stellium
of water, you
without words
like true love
fate calls me on the radio
i start loving you again
i meet you
again
even more tender
in the morning
loving
memories sync like an old vhs movie scene
a dance, a melody
repeating
