@ atma anna christ
Once you send me a postcard when I was living in Paris of swimmers in line about to dive in the pool.
Once the dreams were reality every moment nothing else to desire or look forward
Once life was a poem we have been writing together.
Loving you was my rhyme
and your smile the harmony between the lines
Once we were in Paris together
and I had taken a picture of you pissing in a river
you call it the punk era
here now the sun is setting and Jupiter just entered libra zodiac
feeling the ethereal movement of your memory across my body
like the ocean of my long swim…