there is the gold of sunset
dissolved in the ocean
brushing our feet
quarter sunk in sand
watching homo sapiens melt into aqua
taking another step closer to their graves
they shriek and laugh
running behind their lovers
while the sun belly-flops into the sea
whispering a silent promise through the raging winds and high tides
of building a shelter for all of its own flesh
as it slips into a silvery slumber
YOU ARE READING
the flavour of air
Poesíai fell into the beauty of the most dangerous weapons; words
