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