maiden-like

in the sad moments
I stop looking at you
I write me down
in the waves
between the sad moments

as a sunken adding him
to the water rolled stones

under your eyes old ships
imaginary mists
the ocean stepping on the silver dress
maiden-like

of

custom to tie words
bordering the habit of looking
custom
to change us into ashes

I'm looking for you
imagining the spring
the love
a way of saying
you are so alive that I'm desperate
let's float on the seawall forever

as a vagrant slept in the solitude of night
I look at you
until I learn
your breast forms with my mouth
the
life as weeping flow

in the sad moments

I know it

I will follow the twilight
I will write me down on the waves
between the moments
and
oblivion will be the most beautiful mind
of love