There was a time when men were only kisses
And then only adorned
with the necessary tools
for the act.
A bunch of mouths swam in the ocean then.
lukewarm ocean.

Then came the eyes and we said
"Fine!"
And all men then were adorned
with eyes
That could see
the infinite deep sea
filled with wondering eyes.

We stopped our kissings here and there
to invent nose, cranium
ears and hairs
Bodies to long for, reasons to care---
We stopped our kissings here and there.

And now everyday I wake up different
Work to do
bodies to long for,
I think of you and say
"what's more?"
we had invented thoughts before
and now whispered on concrete steps
of the cities we had to make,
I sit and see the sandy shores
where everything was and came from.

There, new things keep on being formed.
gently flowing down silken sun
through violet waves, deepest whispers,
exchanged among the blue hours
between people---alone or more---
stricken to wait, hope and welcome
what crashed frozen on golden shores.

And what came through these dim colors
was the desire to care for
and make meaning from separate things
tied together in loosen strings
by unknowing and clumsy hands.

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My love,
All your parts float in some vivid ether
only attached by matter
dating back
to those days of kisses.

And so you see
when I kiss you here and there
and touch your arms, your face, your hair
I'm only making sure
the knots are there
behind the parts that makes you whole.
and each new things the world brings forth
to you upon your sandy shore
I will make sure to tie it all,
my love, of changing form.