the sea is a stained tablecloth
you forget that each sea is also a lethal desert
and sit at the head of the table
you wonder whether
the desert
can really take the color of the sea
like a sky under your feet
actually everything assumes
each other's color
like a cactus needle
and its root
our shape-shifting emotions
are enjoined
you and I
will we really fall in love
I ask
your color diffuses
I dip my fingers in the water
you take off your clothes
unconcerned
and start swimming
in time’s translucent sands
time
turns into a large newly painted room
with sofas and lampshades
right away we start
shifting the furniture around
as if changing the world unconcerned
that we're splashing the hardwood floor
EN 
MK