We dance without breath, no sacred- the sea withers its nose, eyes. Shake a forgotten dream- the surf wants to sink us. In our eyes stars shine. The hands grow up with wings. They attract the oral rays. He has a heart in us. Huge octopus-beast missed an ink curtain. I lose your face. I do not feel your hands where they are. I entangle it in my hair. You cut it with your blade. His ink had already melted. Again I feel your hands. Neptune with a flock of mollusks I stumble into a net of algae. Mermaid separates me from you and pulls me to the bottom dangerously. Our eyes gush up a geyser. The sea is fiercely boiling. Salt spark takes us even in its depths.
