All these days underwater
with violet lips
the last exit call by the yellow God
no time was counted, just moods
shuffled by the eternal moment
which had to finish once at all.
We couldn’t hide with our
dark skins between shady rocks
as movements we started
ended in long glances before.
Covered by an orange sheet of
light and air I fixed the memory
of you sprinkling seawater on
the brown earth of my body
and we became aware
that this was our last day of summer.
Recomandare Literomania
