Eternal

On my fingertip I plant a kiss and with it I write your name on the sands of the shore at sunset, and two great hearts joined together I set down, among the sands beside your name. The night wave comes and takes away my trace and takes away my kisses and pours them into the heart of the ocean into the heart of the spring and into the heart of your crystal water glass: sip by sip caressing my lips wander over your lips; and you are held in the arms of my hidden kisses. Behind the curtain of night the ray of the sun barefoot dances in the crystal of the glass soft and light steeped in the salt-cured scent of the wave and of our bodies ...