I can see your shadow
vibrating on the grains of sand,
I can hear the air
you grasp for breathing,
I can smell the cold from your skin,
each time a wave is biting you,
and still, I’m afraid of not being there.

I can see your argent body,
burning amorphous,
mirroring the sun,
I can hear your smile,
touching your teeth,
playing music for me to dream.

I can taste your blood
as it’s feeding your heart,
and I can hear your blink
taking photos of the sea,
and still, I’m afraid of not being there.