a long long summer

sitting on the warm sand
he and she inventing words
to describe necessary objects
like the light-time
or the dark-time

then just start floating
in slow walks
to puerta del sol

there - they would trade their words
for new ones

how could I surround myself with him
tear beneath his eyelid to be
- was she saying
rustling the world's moments

only the sea water
on their bodies
and its green anxiety

the sky becoming a mirror
where the two
were watching their crucifixion