Seen

Swimmingly

I wake in this sea

of red, hot blood

that is whirling

pulsating

deep

above the firmament

in the dark universe.

As I am, I swim

with eager strokes

in the pulse, the pulse of youth, which sparkles

brighter than the stars

above my head, below my body

and in its light, bright light,

I see the man in the moon

flirt

with me

and the idea of youth

everlasting.

I immerse myself in it,

the red, hot sea,

the idea of it

it’s an illusion, isn’t it

and swim

in the red sea

swim toward the rising sun

towards the morning

that brings those red rays

that will uncover the body of youth

and let the woman shine

shine forever.