(for Riana)
Outside the waves crashed breaking on the beach
and the beach, the sun, the sky
waited in vain on you
and so was I waiting.
You were laying a darkened room,
with curtains pulled shut,
crawled up on the bed
and for one or other reason
wishing to be dead.
I opened the curtains
to let the sea breeze
and the summer sun in
and you said
that it was like search lights
in your eyes
and I said that it's no holiday
acting like this
but somehow a little smile curled
around your lips
and dressed in a beach jacket
covering your black bikini
and slender hips
you followed me to the beach,
splashed with your feet
in the wading surf
and giggled when
I pulled you in deeper in,
dipping you wet
and the summer sun
had hit into your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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