Words went on the trip
on blossoming tenderness
Moments of the nearness
stroked my soul
Looks kissed butterflies awake.
Surf of the time
Hot skin
affectionate hands
Lips red how wine
Kisses sweetly how strawberries
if you are to me in the sky.
Night of full passion
Time and space forget
it was so light.
The rushing of the waves
let our senses melt
wonderful words
if you wrote to me in the sand.
Then there came the surf
if everything carried away with itself.
It is so long
still I look
whether not the surf
a small word forgot
only quite small
only for me.