On the southwest side of Capri
we found a little unknown grotto
where no people were and we
entered it completely
and let our bodies lose all
their loneliness.

All the fish in us
had escaped for a minute.
The real fish did not mind.
We did not disturb their personal life.
We calmly trailed over them
and under them, shedding
air bubbles, little white
balloons that drifted up
into the sun by the boat
where the Italian boatman slept
with his hat over his face.

Water so clear you could
read a book through it.
Water so buoyant you could
float on your elbow.
I lay on it as on a divan.
I lay on it just like
Matisse's Red Odalisque.
Water was my strange flower,
one must picture a woman
without a toga or a scarf
on a couch as deep as a tomb.

The walls of that grotto
were everycolor blue and
you said, "Look! Your eyes
are seacolor. Look! Your eyes
are skycolor." And my eyes
shut down as if they were
suddenly ashamed.

I ran,
Towards the horizon,Where the land and the sky meet.
I ran,To see,
Where they become complete.
I ran,To see,
The land and the sky together.
And I amRunning,For forever.
And I amRunning,For forever.

Some would have
You to believe that
Love is blind
Love isn’t blindAt all
Love sees everyColor
Love does not require

Sameness to love
Love sees every shade
And every relishesIn each one
Love seeks to understand
And give freedom of
Expression to every
Brilliant color
Love has perfectVision
That sees and celebrateEvery color
Like love I see color
And it is indeed Beautiful
Love in color
It’llChange your life