Sea –
even this single word contains deceit
But I insist on saying it
facing the waves rising before a storm

Sea! . . .
then I am left speechless
Into this darkness, my wife,
stretch out your suntanned arms

Your body needs no metaphors
a mouth sealing a mouth
scentless sweat sliding

But we groan
The groan is now a sweet murmur
to my heated ear, closer than the sea