closing
lights:
floating
dandelion
gold
on the harbor of
your
first kiss
(the water is
warmer than the
air)
the september rain
is in your august blood
like a beacon guiding
the summer sealights
to the tips of the waves

their holy radiance
breaks
the surface,
permeates
the depths
than
gradually
fade
into
the
blackness
of
your eyes