you and the sea

it dreams, the summer,

in the breeze of my pen

softened in the trees' ink

about you and the sea

there, the flowers howl,

a duck talks with a fish,

my smile has shifty tints

pigmented by longing

the room feels fired up,

the rain's a secret story,

day tries to hum a tune

ejaculated by the dark

any dream got ticked off,

like you, like me, like sea

of a summer from a day

aired by my pen's breeze