The sun dies in a violet sigh,
his last breath poured
onto the sleepy sea,
as we take a swim
in the sunbaked waves,
the great blue Neptun
sweeps over us,
breaks all tension
with one soft blow,
tears open the crust
of anger and hate
to flush out our hearts
until they are crystal pure
and hangs them to dry
in the moon’s early light
White foam, cool and fresh
like a thousand velvet hands
excites the skin, empties the mind
and senseless, laughing
at each playful paw teasing,
we scream with the rolling thunder,
drown in its salty voice
around and inside us
nothing but the endless sea


Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007