I am a river sailing turning you into nymph with

passionate tectonic balconies

radiance of

anguished lover

by gulls in the sand

unveil the path as the seer

body of light curves your gentle lines,

white hands sin the lust of black fields

the youth of sculpture and the ecstasy

reveals all of winepresses and grapes of love

like the memory of

dreams of flesh in the harvests of shadows

I blame you you blame me

with the black instincts all given inside the white linen