Wildest form

Faith

I wake up some nights

in the same hour

and the moon is a rumour

of the sheets of paper

of my mind.

I wake up and I think about you

coming out of the shell

you are sleeping in

with the waves coming

I see your mist skin

the sea swallowing the shell spine:

Your back.

You're memory is all that I smoke,

every hour that calms

is the crumbling of the waves,

my addiction.

I won't lie to you

You are all that I desire

the sugar milk traces

you have in your eyes

drops of ice.

It nearly feels like

common space to me even

what you look like to the stars.

I want to wake up

in your flowers

the hoodie that covers your lighthouse

Because your body in my dreams

is the light silk of the night.

I call you lighthouse

because with you

the ships will never sink

and we'll never plunge

because you are the fate

and in faith

the sin will never sink.

But you can't be ignored

just like the dreams that

wakes you in the night,

because you melt with rain

when you're shivering in cold term.

You are brighter than the tides

who ties your smile

as it was a long dream.

And maybe that is

a long dream

the addiction I always try to deny

But your legs that longs

the lips that lasts

I fell in love with your eyes.

The lighthouse where my will stopped

and if you will let me

I will ask for mercy

while we love.

I am head -over -heels in love for the sea grace

or I am in love with every majesty of your body

where every Goddess meet?

Am I am the writer of this poem

or I am the touched by grace

from heaven's above?