Shipwrecked

Washed ashore the Atlantic
You’re dreaming with your Pacific 
Blue iris before this body’s curve, caressed
By the white sun past
Its zenith, on her tanned skin
Of your warm California the leaking and thin
Gold melts with the metamorphosing swell
You are a living picture, you dwell
Among this apotheosis as the swift
Ocean whispers spindrift
In the glorious gleam of a maritime morning
Lost in her ultimate, she is peacefully sleeping

You want to kiss this Ideal slowly
Discovering the veil of what she’s pursuing
Undone by your fingers, letting the waves
Of her quick heartbeat slide under your nails 
Like this fine sand is crowning her hair in the salty
Air, as your delicate hand, gently
Arouses her lips whilst everything is exploding
Around you, wet with the swell’s run-up
Your South-Western voice’s tide conquers your beauty
Her sore arms hang onto your stature up

And down under the mythical scenery and eye of nature
Loosening the long knots of a complex stream
In your sweet violence you’re a soundless brawler
Delicious land, she’s pulling you closer
You’re becoming the journey she wants to go on
Her sighs reach you, from her throat are undone
She’s emerging from her wildly perfumed dream
As you’re making yours reality, your desire awoken
By the landscape of her body in this summer’s heaven. 

Translated on April 6, 2015
Lacanau Ocean, Southern France