A thousand drunken sailors and a mermaid too!
Come lay on my stomach,
watch the stars.
Explosions and movements,
too grand to grasp or too easy to forget.
As I breathe,
there is she, the blue sky
and my head is spinning, spinning,
seduced by the warm summer evening breeze,
his smell, saturated with bloom,
The trance beat, beats from across the canal.
A boat disturbs us in between,
unaware of it’s size.
Men with eyes of children,
run the streets in suits,
dripping with sweat in the heat.