****, that sea
it only deserves to be admired with mandarines
and a glass filled with blue wine

along with the unique mixtape of the pebbles
marrying the waves of the shore
in this greyish foam

****, that sea is saccharine to my ears and diabetes to my veins
its breeze is swimming over my white skin
it's like eating an ice-cream in an abnormally hot summer

as to the magnetic black sand sneaking away between my toes
repeatedly it would pause time
and i'll be taken away by a walk with no purpose