Everlasting to me, this worth of weight,

Torn down into the crook of a heart like a riptide,

Foamed with the lustre – O’, Lustre! – of love,

Pithy, blank wave with eyes zealous green

And lips candid blue, and hands spectral white

That foams me to you, effervescing fuse of

Loves, of loves, twos on a shore

That seep into sand, seduce single seeds,

Regarding each one with the same salty kisses,

Cold and remorseless, a swell of sea-bitter,

Like love in its pains, its worries, its doubts,

Its fears that our buoyancy will drown us without

A reason to float, to ride ‘long a tide

That lustres with love, with pain, with life.