Remember, love, the sands of time?
My mouth was yours and yours was mine
In passion sweet…
How on our teeth those sands would grind,
How then the whole new world we’d find
Before our feet…
Remember colors blue and red,
The dirt, the sunset, and the sweat,
The moonlit shore.
And it would take the ocean whole
To wash the flavor of your soul
Out of my core.
*Polihale - мистический пляж на одном из тихоокеанских островов.