The Sea

Pulling back the ebb of desires in me, I walked barefoot towards her Go away she said I will ruin you She pushed me back, yet I stood

The salty moon melted above, I found the drops on the sand: the chill of her indifferent retreat followed, The heat of her consuming acceptance .

The drum beat, the fire burned, Some women sang and danced, The street dog cried, the salty moon dropped, She came again and went

Cold, drenched, I sat and sulked, Questions replaced the ebbing desires: You are dead and I don t accept corpses she explained and returned: I was present there but nowhere .

Fire, drums, song, moon and dance somewhere blended together She came and went, I dripped and dried, Waiting for the sands to gather

I turned towards the distant lights, Walked a few steps but remained, Hoping her to be kind: I looked back only to find her Hastily wiping away the dregs of my footprints left behind .