swimmingpool

          Pearl fishers in azure seas  deep waters washing the isle of the dead  in coral harbours amphora spill gold across the still seabed  we lie there fanned by the billowing sails of forgotten ships  tossed by the mournful winds of the deep  lost boys sleep forever in a deep embrace  salt lips touching in submarine gardens  cool marble fingers touch an antique smile  shell sounds whisper deep love  drifting on the tide forever  the smell of him dead  good looking in beauty's summer  his blue jeans around his ankles  bliss in my ghostly eye  kiss me on the lips on the eyes  our name will be forgotten in time  no one will remember our work  our life will pass like the traces of a cloud  and be scattered like mist that is chased by the rays of the sun  for our time is the passing of a shadow  and our lives will run like sparks through the stubble.  i place...