A body was the a
and one was a body in three
times were the waves, the breeze, crabs, mosquitoes;
silent was the night under a full moon and silver
of bodies and forms
in silence in the current, the friction of things was that day
already dark and the light was not needed in the body repeated in three
was the smell, the feel, the complicity of the stars in their dance. It was a one
echoed.
Two bodies
was a two and one that is rubbed with another one without sums
the swing of things in flying hours;
were two figures in mythic alchemy
insoluble merged under the gaze of that moon shy round like watermelon
duplication that were hatched in the night match complicity
understandable, flexible, invisible, unbreakable.
was a two that was diluted in the wind.
Three bodies were
a three and three was one to one to one who felt
under relentless energy concubinage intriguing;
were drawn around them and drawing the nakedness of their flesh
by Brush silver moon and the restless sea humidity;
was the multiple of three
that under the tide made a one or two point five
to rate tempered by a desire inconclusive note.
was a three and kidnapped a desire that the waves at least for now.
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