Azul Cabeza Abajo

The sea roars, a bluish green, and in your shelter
I truly see green.
Tied to it by umbilical tides,
Threads of kites.

I won’t be here when the water washes away my echo
But the white and orange will remain
On a fairy without an 'h', silent 'h' and still, I carved them with a chisel.
It didn’t happen, a blur of light, I dreamed of you and woke up again.

You tore away men from Giacometti
Who ran through your chest faster than an adjective.
It didn’t happen, honey lantern, I dreamed of you and woke up again.