My ocean is losing its weight
losing its depth and sand
Which cruel ground thats
under my feet..
does not allow us to meet
You would think this book talks about love, it is not
It is about the other
The other you want to be in love with
That you are probably in love with
The other who is here but not with you
That is there but not there for you
Water flow with tastes unknown,
yet fulfilling ,
My being of you..is still beating with thirst....