– bareheaded I fished along the cliffs –
the sun sprinkled burning needles
into my naked hair –
– when the storm has splintered the waves
against the cliffs,
the foam lies rocking
like corks on the water,
like a running girl’s
short warm breath –
– bareheaded I fished along the cliffs –
the heavy breasts of the sea
heaved and sank sleepily –
I no longer heard the soft rhythm of the foam,
didn’t see the light foam –
I saw flesh,
I saw white shoulders –
(the sun burned my hair) –
blinding white, rocking backs –
– my rough, brown hands
closed themselves around the oars,
I pressed my foot hard against the thwart –
the boat was near the cliffs –