The beach empties at dusk.
Shops close, umbrellas wilt.
The sun bleeds into the sea.

Walking along the deserted shore
balanced between worlds. . .

The sky darkens quickly —
Fishing boats become faeries

In the distance.

Something arcane flies by in the night.
         My heart!
Pounds the world into silence.


Whispering my name, She licks my feet
      Caressing my thighs, She lures me deep
            Chanting sagas, She swallows me whole.

—arraial do cabo, brasil
   19 fevereiro 03