I stroke your hand in the boat that you carved -

It is painted blue.

I fall asleep in torrential summer rain with you darling,

You and a handful of yawning lights.

Copper pencils of pine trunks on the seaside mountains,

Swaying their hairy branches, captivating.

In the blue boat I float over the forest

Into our second resinous summer, seamlessly.

Eclectic interior of a bad hotel room confuses us.

You sit sideways on the windowsill.

Skies are splashed with the sea,

Cohesive conversation is melting,

Dripping off your fingers.

We shout high and hide

Behind following clouds of silence.

I will stay by seaside after you are gone,

Wearing these pines,

This sea and this canvas sky

On the back of my eyelids.