No formality, taking the shoes off was enough, everything flowed. It didn´t matter what happened before, was that easy as feeling the sand between the toes. There, the body danced, no prepared movements at all. It was the freedom running through my veins; the life stripping my bowels. It was just the endless blue in front of me and no thoughts about tomorrow. Rosy cheeks for alienated words.
I know the time will go fast and I´ll be drunk by all those memories. I know, my fingers will stop the dance of tangled complicity, my skin will be wishing the spring. I know, it won´t be the same.
Maybe just another winter... maybe just another beach... maybe just my toes hugging a waterfall.
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