windy

I go on dates
with the sea.
it gives me best emotions ever.
I sometimes take an ice-cream,
and the sea prefers sand.
we speak the language of lighthouses and moon rhythms.
I like its smell so much. 
I wanted someone else to be there with me first,
on my phone or in my dreams,
but soon I saw three is no company.
if it ever wants me to leave
it outs me sending coolest winds.
I like it being straight,
as it never makes no bones,
and blows my mind like no other.




[this is dedicated to Richard Brautigan who told me the truth about the poetry]