In the salt water of these eyes
there are aquariums of the most glorious colour allures
each, contours of different splendor of woes
each, is tailed in different luster of laughter
each, motioned in different cluster of desire.
In the salt water
of the chandelier of your tears
there are lustrous beams
of all the glorious whims
that never would dim
in the skims
of dreams
of
the dry
worlds.
