You were turbulent
You
licked continuously
the unexpectedly
hot sands of October.
The
seagulls were floating
as a sheet on the wave
towards the
horizon...
They were undecided
to give you
up alone.
Other feathered
beings
with clumsy honk and chirps
were migrating in the
far south, motivated
by their inevitable
rigorous
instinct.
Just like I
was to
the strange frozen
North ...
We were
greeting you
heartbreakingly,
our sweet blue Love!
Benefiting from
your
peaceful skin,
your
cooling and
soothing contact ...
I nodded to
you the
most tenderly my
desperation allowed me...
Perhaps I lose
you ...
Perhaps I never
see you again ...Oh,
How much I fear
your unexplored
deapths!
