We walked by the golden beach
Where we saw the coral sky
And the blue waters, converging.
Towards the red horizon,
Where the doves flew.
Still as gray we laid on the white sands
As the stars came out
For us to admire.
The blackness of that night
Was coupled with the red wine
Which she drank with her carnationed lips
And as we reached the end of our lucid glasses
We were breathing the highness of the world
That no longer looked ours.
Ours was now a raw colorless sphere
Where we ran naked.
Up & down. Roundabout.