SEA OF KISSES

I won't cry for another dying love

for, this time,

the taste of you remains strong

as our distance grows.

I won't think about a restless past

for your saltwater kisses

are pouring out

straight into the sea of my heart.

What is happening to us

is something people call utopia.

A pure love, full of dangerous passion,

dangerous as the hell of their useless life.

I’ve seen it on the screen of your dreams:

our bodies as one

somewhere in the future,

somewhere in music,

longing for perfection,

though our distance grows.