We do like the waves of the sea
Then stealthily they met at night
To make love and then give birth
And then give birth on the shoreline
Many small coloured shells.
We will be two gusts of wind & barefoot
We will dance on the beach,
Red hot by the sun.
We will become sea foam
And we will smear with love & passion
The rough surface of every rock
That will dare to hinder us.
We will feed our bodies
With embers and sparks
Stolen from summer bonfires
And the kisses of passion in the summer.
We will meet eternity
We will steal it
We will imprison her
We will keep it hidden
So that our love can feed on her
To live forever
Between the caresses of the moon & the kisses of the stars…–Cilenti Emanuele