ranotea’s blog

No, woman! What lives in me
still easily evades your fevered and dark embrace,
intent on finding the greenness of another sea,
to be again on the ship where we first met,
surrendering the rudder to the wind,

           our eyes fixed on waiting stars.
           Something flapping its wings, again conveys
           Tai Po and the secret of the Ambonese Sea.
           Such is woman! A single vague line
           is all I can write
           in my flight towards her enigmatic smile.