you have a sun-burnt shoulder
and the green scarf that has always reminded me of Morocco
your silhouette - gently projected on the walls
almost transparently
like a shadow
I could fall your heart into shape
I could seed tulips between your lungs
so as to change the course of your blood
I could tie boats to your feet
and let the water flow beneath your skin
fascinatingly
wildly
inhumanly

oh darling
rise up your arms and take us far far away to the North
your eyes are burning
pulsating in hues of red
like the dress of a flamenco dancer
grow your hair longer and longer
give a new lease of life to this universe

let’s take a moment
and dance
under the night lamp

it’s the Summer of our existence